What is the meaning of home you might ask.
Well we all have different definitions of what we think home Is. Some might say it’s a building with furniture. To me it’s a place where you feel loved, comfortable, safe and sleep with your stuffy. At home your tucked Into bed by your parents with your favourite blanket filled with warmth. I know some people don’t or can’t have that. Can’t have the beautiful memories of sneaking into your parents bed because you were having a nightmare or fighting with your siblings but then ten minutes later laughing with them about how dumb the argument was. It’s crazy to me that now we live in a world where there are people on the streets starving, cold and asking for change just to get a small bite of food. There are even little kids who are suffering. The thought of living through that every single day makes me quiver. I’m so grateful to have food on the table and a roof over my head every single day but I wish that everyone could have that. I wonder what home means to them or what it used to mean to them. What does it mean to you?