What Home is to Me

Home to me, is the wind on a summer evening, or the song of a morning bird when i wake up. Home is the thrill of skating on clean ice we no one is watching. Home is the quiet in the woods on a walk with my dog. Home coed be a family meal or a place where you like to go. home is just me in bed with my cat we she spirals out on my tummy. Home isn't just the place where you live, home is where you make memories, ware you laugh and cry, home is the place where you feelings can be let all out. Maybe it's writing in a diary or a notebook. Maybe it's with a friend or family member. Home can be enware you want. but it is a place where you can just let go of your fers and doutes. To me, the word home can be misused and i think it shouldn't be, because i think it has one of the most meaningful means. What ever home is to you i think you should cherish it, because some people don't know where home is, and i think that home should have a meaning and a place to everyone. I love the places i call home and i always will. What home is to me is a place where i can just be myself, and i don't have to hide my feelings, thoughts or personality.