Home is much more than wood, bricks and stone.
Home is a place which has memory.
Good things and bad but…It’s so familiar.
Doorbell ringing; time flying, laundry being made, fights with siblings, forgiving.
Thanksgiving, friends coming, never ending. Laughter, sadness, enjoyment.
Home is a bunch of things, it’s a community. Every home is unique and exquisite.
Don’t think your home is bad because of the looks, homes are good because of the time and the memory you spent and had with it.
Home is a safe place. It’s where you grow up.
A home is where you can be yourself.
My home is my childhood.
Home is an origin.
That is what home means to me.