A Home is not a Place

Home can be different for everyone. I find my home a lot different than a home in the city. I think you guys have figured out I live in the country. When I’m at home I feel grateful because not everyone can experience what I can working along side my dad, my sister, and my grandpa. I feel safe like there is no worry in the world. Every night when I get home from school, I rush over to the barn to help finish outside chores. When I was little I would beg my dad to keep me home to work with him. Why, you might ask? Because home is a place you can be yourself, you don’t have to pretend to be someone your not. Home is a place like no other. Home is not a place it is a feeling, a feeling I can’t live without!