A Home, Not A House.

What does home mean to me? A very difficult question you ask. There are many different answers that would fulfill this task. “Home is where the heart is”, home sweet home. That is not all there is to it, so please do not roam. You may expect me to say that my home is perfect in every way. That’s not the case, describing my home is not black and grey. The things that make my house a home go like this, I hope you enjoy reading this list. The memories of my home will always be with me, they will be in my heart like bark is on a tree. Like the time I fell down the stairs, or skinned a knee. They have shaped me and made me who I am meant to be they help me realize I am not perfect in every single way. My home is my family, like many others have said, and my family has helped me make the path on which I tread. Home is where your family picks you up when you fall, they always make sure that you are standing tall. In a home, people may fight, you may feel a lot of spite, but at the end of the day, you say with love “good night.” I am super grateful for my house and my home, and I am sure everyone deserves one, as sure as I am that Google has Chrome. My home is built on a foundation of love, unlike my house which protects me from the rain above. Now that you know what my home means to me, you know that my home is much more than we see. A home, which is much more than just a house.