Home to me . . . . .

Home to me is an impeccable place either it’s an apartment or a house, up north or south. Home is my euphoria, affection, glee and adoration. Without it, my life would be incomplete, no love, no hope, nor delight alas it would never make sense in my life. Imagine having no place you can call your own, moving from place to place in new environments with no joy or fun, just staying alone. To me home is a place where I can truly be me, do whatever I want, and be whomever I want to be. Home to me is a place that can awaken sparks in people’s minds, make new starts and new binds. It makes me feel like a flower in spring, shining in the sun and being happy and playful as a kid. Home is not just a place to keep you safe and provide shelter, it is a place that reminds you of who you are and not who you need to be. Even the smallest place can be home if you’re with who you love, and who you want to be. Home is supposed to mean happiness, you shouldn’t feel fear, hatred, and resentment, if you do, you know that you are not at home.