A House Is made from bits of gravel, a home is a place where love will travel.

Home is a place you go in your troubles, a place that calms your dreads. Home is calming, safe and happy, a place to rest your head. It’s a place to settle, a place of peace, a place of love and harmony. A place I always feel comfortable to just be me. A house is a place where clutter lives, for things that sit around. A home is a place where love will travel, and a place of blissful sound. Home is something bound to you, a warm feeling of acceptance and care. A place to express yourself honestly, where you can always share. A home for me is a place of belonging, a place of times of joy and cheer It feels like getting a warm hug from a fluffy cloud, wrapped up comfy and secure. To me a home sounds melodic like chickadees chirping in the trees. Bringing up nostalgia of all my beautiful memories. Home smells like one of my favourite childhood meals. Sweet yet savory tacos in cheesy taco shells. A home is not a house, nor a roof above your head. Home is where you feel happiest, not a place for objects, but a place for love instead.