What Home is To Me

What home is to me Home is not a place with just walls and a roof home is where people I love to death live. When I go home, I feel comfortable talking to anyone who is home. Even my pets Luna and Lowkey. My home is a place to cry, a place to express my feelings and not get laughed at for crying or be called a crybaby for crying my home is a place to get comforted. My home is a place to just be me. A place to not put up a face. A place to not be bulled or be called a furry. (A furry is when you wear fur suits) My home is just to be me and only me no one else but me. This place is a place to make memories I’ll never forget. For example, my old house my dog Cosmo died around 6 years ago, and I still remember where he died and everything. (Pulse I have a terribal memorie) This is where I belong. This is what home means to me. SINCERELY: E.V :)