What Home Means to Me
My home is special to me but not everyone knows what I mean. When I come home I feel safe, relieved that no one will hurt me, while I am happy in my home people are out on the streets. My home is something I can call my own. I sleep there, I eat there and the presents of joy and comfort are all around me.
Everyone has a different perspective of home. Some people don’t even have a home and it makes me sad to think about it. A home is not just a place where you live, it’s a place where you’re loved and won’t be judged. It’s a place where you can be yourself. It’s MY home. It’s not just a house, it’s a place I feel protected, where I can see my pets and family. It’s MY home. It’s not just a building its a place filled with MY belongings. It’s a place where I live.