The Meaning of Home to Me

What is home? A fuzzy, warm place something like foam. A wonderful treasure for us to share together, there truly is no place like home. Home is where the mind feels light, where sorrow fades and dreams take flight. From the frame of this house to the dirt on the ground. No matter the size, ugly or nice, home is the place with the people you like. From the sun shining down to the rain when it glistens, no matter what, no matter the condition. It’s peace in moments soft and still, a place to rest, a place to heal. Home is more than walls and doors, it’s love and safety that whisper, evermore. So, from the shelves to the vanities, I say with all my heart, thank you, Habitat for humanity for doing your part and pulling up families when their hearts fall apart. Sabaha