Home is my happy place. If you asked me where I would go if I could go anywhere in the world, I would say ‘home’. My house changes a lot because we move around, my dad is a member of the RCMP, but my home always stays the same. To me, home is where my family is, where I can play with my dogs, and where I can truly be me! Sometimes I think about how hard it’s been to let go and say goodbye to the different houses I’ve lived in, but home will always be where we make it.
Some people worry about what’s in their house and whether it’s good enough. What’s really important is love, kindness, laughter, compassion, understanding, all things non-tangible, that’s what makes it a home. Home can look different to different people, but I think the feeling is always the same. All those things put together make a lovely home. I’m not saying that I’m perfect because sometimes I do get caught up in what’s in my house instead of what’s in my home. Now that I think about it, I really should be thankful for everything I have in my home.
Even though my family, pets, and feelings make up my home, special treasures do too. There’s a difference between a pillow you bought from Walmart and then threw it onto the couch and a pillow that your great grandma made but now lives proudly in your living room where you can see it. I have many special treasures like that pillow in my house. Those little treasures show who we are and who my family is. The treasures tell the story of our lives.
I love my family and my home. I know I belong there and am safe there. I wouldn’t wish for anything different. Home is where they’re always happy to see me. I hope everyone finds their true home and a safe place for it.
My home is where love and memories soar, happiness and joy dance, kindness and respect are expected, laughter and compassion heal wounds, forgiveness mends anger and sadness, struggles and depression fade, and where our spirits steal the show and shine.