Home. Take in the words. Not just any home your home.The place where you are free to be yourself. A place where your skin colour doesn’t matter. A place where you feel that you can truly be you. No pretending to be someone you are not. Sure you can go to a job or school and you can feel safe. But nothing compares to the feeling you get when you are home. You are surrounded by love. People that encourage you to do your best and believe you can be anything you want to be. It does not matter what your gender is they love you period.
It is not always family that surrounds you. It could be a close friend or just anyone you can trust.Your home does not have to be a building it can be a tent or you could be living underneath the Toronto bridge.You know that feeling you get when it has been a hard day and all you can think about is getting into a warm bed.YOUR warm bed. Even homeless people might think about getting back to their tent or hut or make shift shelter. You see everyone passing by.Truth is they are all going somewhere but at the end of the day aren’t they probably going back to what they call home.You might be on vacation and start to feel home sick. Well when you feel that way you are not just thinking about the roof or the door you could be thinking about the wallpaper that gives you that sweet feeling or the person that owns the grocery store down the street it is the people and memories around us that make a home YOUR home.