My home isn’t just a place, person or thing. It’s not one structure. Not even a few. Feelings factor into my home. In my home I get a feeling of belonging. When I emotionally fall, it’s the place that picks me back up.
I am infinitely grateful for my home, and I feel for the less fortunate. some never get or got that opportunity. That opportunity to spend time with their beloveds, in a place of peace.
My home is occupied with people that are empathetic, and just. It’s a place I can learn life lessons, and how to act. When I am at home, I feel safe. I know I can express myself and show my emotions without judgement from my family. The homes I live in are pretty darn close to perfect in my eyes.
Even though as a family we’ve hit our rocky patches, our home is always the place to resolve our conflict. No matter who you are, what you’ve done, or what you own, everyone should be justified a home. My home is my remedy, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.