Newfoundland and Labrador
What home means to me…
A home means different things to everyone. A home could be an unsafe environment for some children. But this is what a home means to me.
A home for me is a safe and welcoming place that I can be myself. A place where you can look out your window and see the old playground across the road with rusted swings that squeak when you swing back and forth on them. With a big, old, rickety mental slide with chipping paint and a big sandbox with old sand and chipping wood blocks as a barrier.
A home is filled with warmth and love. Where you are sheltered from the cold and rain. Where you can curl up on the couch with a fuzzy blanket and let your worries melt away. A home to me isn’t just a roof and four walls, it’s a place filled with memories from our childhood. Where you can look up and see pictures of family members you haven’t met but still know you would have loved them.
A home means a lot of things to me but nothing can top coming home from school on a cold winter’s day and smelling your moms famous homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven. That is what a home means to me and always, home sweet home.