What Home Means To Me
When people ask what home means to me, the first thing that comes to mind is comfort and security.
Home means safety and comfort coming through the front doors. Happiness washes across my body, like jumping into the cold ocean on a hot summer day. Home isn’t just a place, it’s where I go when I feel insecure. Where I can sit back, kick my feet up, and relax.
Life takes you to unexpected places but love brings you Home. I love home because it’s not just where I sleep and eat it’s where I socialize, it’s where I relax,
it’s my paradise. Coming home to a place where there are people who care about me and animals that love me A house is made of wood and stone but only love can make it’s a home. Home isn’t the people that surround you, home is the people that you surround yourself with.
When someone buys a house. A tree starts to grow. And as the family gets older and family starts to move out that tree grows bigger. And when that home is sold the tree
Takes a long sleep. I’m saying that a home grows more precious the longer you live there.