When people build a house it’s not a home until someone comes to appreciate it as a home. A house is a structure that is built with bricks, but a home is a place that is built with happiness. To me home is a place where I feel happy and safe like when I’m with my family, that makes me feel at home.
I feel safe when it rains and I am curled on my bed with a book or watching a movie with my family. I feel that I am safe when I am around people who care about me.
To me home is a place where I feel happy and safe. Home does not have to be your house. Home can mean different things for different people, but for me it’s my family that makes my house a home. I feel at home when my younger cousins run through the front door to tackle me with hugs. At Christmas I am home and I am happy, even though I could be at my aunt’s house. That is what home means to me.