What My Home Means To Me

My home is somewhere I love being at. I wake up in my home, I eat in my home, I read at my home, I have my family at my home. I have my pets at my home. My home is the thing that makes me the happiest. But some people don't get to have a home, they live outside in the streets and no one should have to feel that way everyone should be able to be happy in a home. Everything that’s in my home I love is paper, technology, beds, furniture you name it. My home is where the happiness is brighter than the sun every time I'm in my home. I feel like I'm in space and I love it every day. My lights are stars to me, the rooms are planets, the kitchen, the space ship. No matter where you live in a house, an apartment you call that a home. And imagine what there is in their home everyday. I wake up, get out of my bed, get dressed, eat, get in the car, go to school and have an amazing day there. I come back to where I call it home. Home is where I can have fun playing with toys. I am grateful for being able to have a house to call a home. I can do anything in my home I can draw, play outside, eat and much more. I have moved 3 times and had multiple places to call home but the real one that I called home is the one I'm in right now. Because I am the most happy in the home I'm in. In all my years of being in a home I've learned that everyone deserves a place to call home.