A house can be a home with memories yet to fill. I like to say to myself sometimes “home is where my heart is.” A house is where you don’t feel comfortable, but a home is where you feel cozy and relaxed. Home is a place where you feel the safest. In my home I hear dogs barking and my TV. Money does not buy happiness. And when I think about the homeless people and that they don’t have a lot, it makes me quite sad. You don’t need a house to be happy. Be grateful for what you have. Home is a place we all love. Home is where we all belong. Home to me is artistic. Home is fun, crazy and cozy. Home is where I play awesome board games. Home is where I smell blueberry syrup. I LOVE MY HOME!!!!