What home means to me

To me, home is a special place, deep in my heart, no where other can replace home. It is the one place where I can truly show who I am without being judged. I feel more loved and safe there more than anywhere else. Home is a place filled with many memories, with photos hanging around the hallways no one else will ever have. The rooms in my home are decorated differently in a unique way, not the complete same like others. My home is not messy nor either dirty, but it isn’t perfectly organized, sometimes to the point where theres so many things everywhere, and I can’t clean it all up. But the best thing is that my parents will always be there to come and help me, meaning I live in a household where everyone will help each other out no matter what the situation is. Home is where I’m surrounded with the people that see me fully, just like my cousins whenever they come over because they are one of the few that actually understand me. Home is where everyone laughs across the entire room when only one person makes a funny inside joke, knowing the laughs of everyone will stay in that home forever. On top of all that, home is where my heart ALWAYS feels at rest, no matter what I’ll always look forward going back home even if a good or bad thing situation happens, because home is my end and my beginning.