Home to me is what you make it. No matter what you put in it. It could be love, memories, or that cozy couch that brings your family together on Friday nights.
Home is like homemade cookies. It’s sweet like your family, and it’s soft like your home. Home is not a structure. It is a place where there is joy, happiness and good or bad memories.
Home is where you can be yourself without being judged. Home is where you are reunited with your family, every day and night. Home is where you are, secure and comfortable. It doesn’t matter if your house is big or small, you should be grateful that you have a home, because some people don’t have homes.
Home means you can have fun with friends and family and make more good memories together. That’s what home truly means to me.