What Home Means to Me

Home's not just a building – it's where I have some fun. It's where my memories are stored; it's where I laugh a ton. When I come back from school, it's often safe and sound because my family members seem to be around. When I come home, it's always chill and mellow, and most of the time, I get greeted with a "Hello!" Home is my sanctuary; home's extraordinary; home is the best, and it will never become secondary. Home is where I eat and sleep, and it makes me better when I weep. It's a cozy, warm, and vibrant space, and when I first got home, it looked like a great place. Home's as beautiful as opalite; it's where we have good times in the light. It warms our souls on the coldest night; at home, we'll always reunite. Home will never feel numb because nostalgia will always come. And at home, all memories are caught. There are smiles, joy, and lessons taught.