Home Is Where I Belong

Home Is Where I Belong. A poem by Julia Nicastro. Jan 28 I have a name, I have a family, I have friends and I have a home. I love every part of my home. My home is where I learn, my home is where I make mistakes, and bake cakes. Home is where I belong. I love my home from the foundation to the walls. I love all of its parts. I would never change a thing. It’s perfect the way it is... After having a bad day I can come home and be welcomed by the warmness of my mothers arms. I make new memories in my home with my family and my friends. At home, I have my own space to think and create. At home my brother has his own space. I use my space to turn it to my place.He uses his space to make his own place. I am thankful for my home, it gives me a place to roam but, some don’t have a home to roam. It’s devastating and heartbreaking. They sit in the streets with a heart aching. They look in the bakery with the bakers baking. They sit there thinking why they are out in the streets, cold and sad.They don’t have a home unlike others. No tap with running water. Homes for humanity is like no other. They support one another, building homes for each other. Looking out those without a place to be called home. I love my home and all its imperfections. It might not be a mansion but I love it and it's where I belong.