What Home Means to Me.

The day my family moved into my house I knew this house would be the one. I knew we would make memories. It was kind of small but it fit us all. We laughed, we cried, we made good memories, we made bad memories and we are still really close. My house washes away all my worries and helps me through things so I am never alone. My home is soothing, safe, crazy, loud, and insane but that is what makes it my home. We might not always be happy, joyful and perfect but it is still special. I hope everyone can have a home, too.