My home, my happiness

I don’t have one home, I have hundreds. Home can be something physical and non-physical. For me, my home is someplace I can laugh, I can cry, I can be angry, I can feel stressed, I can be happy and I can be crazier than ever. My home stays in my heart forever. A home can be as small as a bee but in your heart, it’s bigger than the universe. Home is what I love the most, and home is something magical. Home can be anywhere, It can be across the whole world, yet it can be right next to you at the same time. My home is my family, my home is my teddy, my friends helped me build my home. I am lucky enough to have shelter and peace, but with a little cherry on top, I have a home. A house is something you share. You share it with everyone. Your neighbours, your friends and your family. Your house is a place where you store your memories. A house is made of brick and stones, it’s the place that keeps you safe but the only difference is that home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. Sometimes I lay down on my bed and wonder, “what if I never had a home, would my life be any different?” Well, I thought of it and I got my answer. Yes, my life would be different because I don’t think that I can have a happy place if it’s not my home. I don’t think that I would feel safe or happy. I wouldn’t feel like I belonged anywhere. However when I do have my home I do feel safe, I do feel happy and I do feel like I belong! Home is where your story begins.