What home means to me.

When I think of home, I think of not being alone. There are loved one within, and those that visit. It is a place where no scary monsters or creature lurk. Outside storms can rage and thunder crash, but within home I’m safe from all. Home is a place where all friend and loved one gather. It is filled with love and laughter, happiness and glee. A meeting place to come together and enjoy the things that make us happy, be it food and drink or just seeing people themselves. Home is a place of joy and togetherness, somewhere you can feel safe from the world. Unfortunately, some people do not have a home such as I do, and for that I am both grateful for what I have and hopeful that those without may find something as great as I have.