What home means to me.
The meaning of home, for me is. Home is where memories are made and secrets are kept and shared and love is waiting. Home is where you can be yourself, and nobody can judge you for who you are or who you want to be.What a home means is almost impossible to describe with words. Home is a warm place that you know you belong. A home is a place in your mind that is real. It is the only place you feel you are totally safe from bullies or people who treat you badly. A home is where, you know you can stay. Also a home is a place that you feel you can put your special things.
A house is a place, with no memories yet but will come.Also a home is full with laughter and hope and love and life. I can’t imagine what it would be like without a home or a home that you had but taken away from a fire or a tornado etc I really can’t imagine what it is like and I am sorry to those people out there with nothing but at least they have their family to guide them the right way.
I can’t imagine myself without my family there. I know I would not be the same person I am today that is for sure. Let’s talk a little more about a house. A house is not a bad place, A house is a place where new memories are born or lives are placed or lives begin to unfold or start. Not usually start but sometimes do, I love my home it is where I can be free. But I can’t wait to make my own memories.Home is extraordinaire, a house is magic.