meaning of home

When I think of home I think of chortling with my friends and family. It is where different emotions change left and chipper, frustrated or just drenched in tears. Home is a place where it’s okay to be me. It’s where we make memories every day. To me, home is a place filled with love, family and friends. Amazing home cooked meals, birthday parties, Christmas mornings, all of those great memories happened in my house. To think that people all over the world can't say the same thing. I can’t even imagine how I would feel if I did not have a home filled with people that are there for me when I am down in the dumps hurt or Scared. Home is a place where I am welcome.