Home For Me

Home for some is four walls, a roof and a floor, but for me home is family. The memories you make at the dinner table, or on Christmas day when your mom is filming you opening up gifts are magical. Maybe you’re laughing so loud with your siblings your stomach starts to hurt, remembering your first time bringing home your new dog and how he/she was running around and sniffing every single corner of the house and how excited your family was, or when your aunt makes your favourite dish perfectly. Think of family game nights, and you finally win a game. It's not just about that though it's about spending time with your family having fun joking around and spreading love. Home for me is a safe and secure place, but place doesn't always mean a building, for me it's the people who make me feel like I can spill out all of my feelings. They would comfort me and be on my side no matter the situation. If I was in a pickle they would protect me and stand up for me, and I would do the same for them. When I am in or with my safe place I feel like nothing will happen to me and I will be safe and secure.