What home means to me.

A place where you go at the end of the day. A place where you feel safe. A place where I am loved. To a lot of people home is where you have a roof above your head. Somewhere where you have meals with your family. Somewhere where you feel comfortable. Somewhere where you rest. No matter how big or small a home is a home. A place where you see your family everyday. A place where I am never alone. A place where I am never judged. I am from the blue house on the right with a dog in the backyard on a quiet street. I am from shepherds pie and homemade pizza. From cause I told you so and you know betters. From green grass and baking supplies. From snowmobiles and skis. A home to me is where memories are made. A home is not something that has to beautiful and big it needs to be a place where you feel safe. A home to me is more then a house more then words but a part of my family. I call my house a home but some people just think of it as where they live and this why everyone needs a home.