Home to me

My home is special to me because it has people and animals I love and care for in it. A home is different from a house because any other house doesn’t have memories that you can remember from years ago, a house is a building, a home is a place to be loved. A home is where you feel safe and cozy, a home is where your surrounded by people you love. A home to me is where I feel protected and welcome. In my home I can be my true self without being judged for it. I feel loved by everyone around me. A house is a building, a tall strong structure, but a home is a place to be loved, cared for and feel safe. My happiest memories are in a home, not a house. In a home you can sit and be sad and someone will be there for you because a home is full of people you love. In a house I think of walls, some windows and a roof, but when I think of a home I think of my family and friends. I think of all the times I have just laughed so hard I started rolling. I think of comfort and love when I think of home. Home might be crazy and wild sometimes, but you can also think of all the great times you’ve had in it, which there is a lot of. A home may be ugly on the outside, but it will always be very beautiful on the inside. A home is where I don’t have to pretend that I’m a person I’m not, it is where I just be myself. Anyone can buy a house, but you have to create a home.