Home isn’t bricks, cement, furniture or anything you can buy. It’s the people with you and the memories you make. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, you are at home when you’re with the people you love.
Like me, I move to many different homes every day. But they are all the the same because they all have something special. That something is the people that love each other.
I live in the wild. The humans keep taking away my home, one by one, day by day. My home is melting from climate change. If only people understood what they are doing to me and my home.
We walk on the lands the indigenous people formed for us. They helped us so that we didn’t have to do the hard work. Our respect for our home and our family are provided to us because of what’s been passed down.
Home is where I can be safe, loved and cared for. Home is where I don’t have to worry about what people think of me. Home is my place where I feel my best. Family will forever be my home.