A Home is Not Always What You Expect
I always thought my house felt like a home because I was with the people that cared about me and the people I care about and also I had a beautiful nice room that I sleep in and have my bunkbed and my computer that I love to play with.
The difference between a house and a home is a place where there is a loving family, food, water, happiness, and stuff. Personal stuff, such as electronic devices.
When I was in Florida I stayed in a cool place with a pool that seemed like home. It was not my house, but my family was there, I played video-games all on my free time, I went swimming with my brothers and my Dad. I went biking with my Mom.
I believe a home is not just a house. It is about what you think it is.