The meaning of home

When somebody says the word home, my mind doesn’t drift to a structure, instead it drifts to the people and feelings that fill up my home. Home is like a glass of water that never empties, it's always full of love. One of the things I love about my home, is that no matter how things change in the outside world, my home is always there waiting for me and welcoming me with open arms. My home is full of many happy memories. Like family movie nights, waking up on Christmas morning, and when my dog greets me at the door, buzzing with energy! Yet not every memory is perfect, and that’s ok, because these memories are what makes my home home. Home to me is worth so much more than money could buy. Sure its nice to have a beautiful looking home, but I’d say its so much more important to have a beautiful feeling home. So in conclusion, the reason not everybody’s home is the same, is because, every home is made of the people the memory’s and the feelings that fill up your home. To me that is the true meaning of home. Lastly I want to thank habitat for humanity for making sure everyone gets to experience the meaning of home.