The Bookshelf of Home

A home is like a bookshelf- every shelf holds something different, interesting. The top shelves are the top layer- mostly untouched, namely the HOUSE. The house, its four walls, windows and a roof. It can be home, but not necessarily different. Untouched, displaying, protective layer. It can be destroyed. By a construction site, a hurricane, natural disasters. Those things cannot destroy HOME. Home can never be destroyed. But that’s only the outside. There is much, much more underneath. The middle shelves are the people, the items- sparking the fun, sparking the memories, physical. But physical things can very rarely bring as much happiness and feeling as what comes next. Money buys items and the house, but not home. The memories, the lower shelves. THAT’S your home. Not your house. Memories, bonds- tying together the family, making stories for generations to tell. Don’t you dare underestimate it. It’s the REAL home. The feeling of home is home. You cannot touch HOME. It is not physical. So you see? That is home. To me, it’s a house, the top shelves, it has items, the middle shelves, but at the bottom of all of that, moments, memories, and feelings, which are the bottom shelves. The bookshelf of home. That is what home means to me. Now get out there and discover what home means to YOU!