To me, a home is a place where I am loved even when I don’t feel loved elsewhere. When I’m in my home, I feel like I am myself.
My house is a cozy warm place with reliable electricity. It is safe, unlike the outside world. My house is the one thing that is protecting me from dangerous people. If I didn’t have a house I would be homeless outside in the freezing cold with nothing but my family and junk food to eat with dirty clothes.
I have a nice clean house, not with water dripping from my roof and splashing into some bucket over and over again; that splashing sound is really irritating.
To me a home is where we live. We spend our adventures and journeys with our family, friends and relatives. To me, a home is a place where I live and gather happy, loving memories.