What Home Means to me
Home. Home is where the heart is, where love holds you tightly. You are always welcome at home. To me, where I live, is not just a structure to toss your stuff in to keep safe; it’s more than that.
Eeeeeeeeeee! That is the sound of a kettle going off before you pour yourself a cup of a warm, cozy drink. A house provides comfort. Comfort as soft as a feather. Here I feel safe. Like no one is going to hurt you if your there. You don’t feel scared a moment. No danger will come to you. Nothing can take away the happy feeling of when you get there, plop off your shoes and sit on the couch. It’s a beautiful feeling. Nothing compares to the memories you can create, or have created with your family.
Love. In every household there is love. In your home you can smile, laugh and cry. It’s a place where you can let your emotions fly. No matter what you can count on your family to be there when you are in states of despair. No boundaries hold you, you can break out of your comfort zone and go wild. All because you are at home.
No matter what a home’s a home, big or small. It’s a special place to me and to you. I know you love where you sleep, break free and love. Everyone has a different
perspective of what home means to them. But each home holds love and care and hope.