What home means to me

Since I was born, I’ve been moving with my family around the world from place to another, and each time it felt like HOME… From 0 to 3 years old, I lived in a lovely country and a beautiful house, and I thought… this is HOME. Then I moved to live in a different country and a different house until Iwas 6 years old, and I said… yes this is HOME. But then we moved again when I was seven and have been living since then in another great country and another lovely house. That’s when I had to stop and ask myself… Where is home? What is home? And here is what I found; home is a place where all my memories have been stored. Home is where I can be what I want to be and not what others want me to be. Home is not only a house with walls around me and a roof over my head, it is a place of pure love. Home to me is not where I live, it is where me and my family are together.