When I think of home, I think of a place I can always leave and return to.
It’s a place where I am loved and people actually want me to be there.
A place with noise and action but also silence. At home I have my space and a space for everyone.
Home is a place where I can see friends and family. At home, I read, run, eat, and sleep.
A home looks different for all people. For me though, it is a place where family is.