Home is always in my heart
To me my home is not just a roof over my head or a floor under my feet. My home is a safe place, a place that is true to my heart and always be. The greatest memories I have were made in my home, but will always stay in my heart. The room that I sleep in, the kitchen that I eat in, all have a place of meaning in my heart and a place of value in my life.
It’s not the structure that keeps my house standing, but it’s the hearts in that home that keep it alive and well. If the tide of the cold dark sea shall ever carry me out to salty waters I wish it to wash me up at my front door, where my heart will always belong.