To me the meaning of home is a safe place where you feel comfortable and loved. A place to make lots of memories, good, and bad. For example, a memory I will always remember is the day I brought my new puppy home. Her name is Phoebe and she is the cutest puppy ever and I will make so many memories with her.
Home doesn’t have to be a big fancy house, it could just be a place for you and your family. I always see people downtown who don’t have a warm place to sleep, and it always reminds me how lucky we are to be able to have a house to sleep in, food to eat every day, and clean water.
I was with my Grandma downtown walking around and shopping and this man in ratty clothes and one of the palest faces I’ve ever seen, came up to us and asked, ́ ́Do you know if there’s a McDonalds or Wendy’s anywhere close? ́ ́. And there was actually one across the street, so we gave him ten dollars to go get some food. As we watched him stumble into Mcdonalds, it just broke my heart.
To me home means spending time with family, playing board games, and watching our favourite shows. Home means being able to have friends over to hangout.
To me home means having three meals a day (and maybe a few snacks in between). Home makes me feel cared for and loved. Home is a place to grow old, and make new friends and connections. That’s what home means to me.