Home to Me

My home to me isn’t just a wall, roof or doors, to me home can be anywhere; in a house, in a camper-van, the forest, people, anything, anywhere. For me, home is something I go to like family. I go to them when I need support, or just need somebody to be there for me, or like my friends for when I need someone who will understand from my perspective. To me, home is made up of emotions, joy, sadness, anger, all of them. Joy when we’re laughing at each other because someone said something funny. Sadness when somebody hurts another accidently. And anger when someone yells or comments at the wrong time. They all create memories, memories that will stay with me forever. My home to me is comforting, and a place where I can be me. Home is somewhere you can make memories forever.