What Home Means To Me

My home is small but full of love. It is not the biggest house or the fanciest place, but it is mine. I can be myself at home. I appreciate my house because I have walls and a roof. All the space holds a memory. My house is probably not perfect for other people, but it is for me. It has lots of war,m cozy blankets, and beds. My home is my 1st favourite place to be. I like my house because I have somewhere to sleep, stay, eat, and play. I like my house because some people don’t even have a home or even a shelter. I like my home because I know it is rare to have one. My house is nice because it has lots of protection. My house is somewhere safe to be. My home is a quiet and peaceful place. Home is where the heart is, filled with the laughter and love of my family. My home is the first house that I came to. Home is somewhere to have love, but also hate. Home is where I can eat all I want. Home is not just a regular house, it is where memories are created, hated love and unconditional love,e and somewhere that is secured from rain, lightning, snow, and hail. Home is a place where I grew up until I left. Home is not just a place; home is a feeling. Home is where I was raised. Home is made of experiences, moments of my life that help me change and teach me. Home is a comforting and very good place to learn. Home is where I can sleep with my stuffed animals. I am happy to call my house home. My home is where I feel most productive while doing absolutely nothing.