A Home is a Home for Me

Sometimes people will get confused about what a is and what a home is, because there is a difference you know. A house is just walls and a roof, but a home is where memories are made, and so much more. What does home mean to you? This is what home means to me. To me home is when I come back from school and my dog is so excited to see me. When she jumps up at me and I pick her up and pick her up her fur it is so soft. At night I can imagine a world where the sky is a bright green with flowers of every color and the ground beneath me is a beautiful blue. I can imagine a world under the deep blue sea swim with the fish or a world or I can imagine a world in the clouds and fly with the birds. Home is where my safe place is, where there is no judgment whatsoever. Home is where all your stress worries can just slip through your fingers. Home is where your loving family live, they are with you all the way, in your darkest hours and lift you higher every day. That is what home means to me. I think everybody should have a home to come back to.