What does home mean to me

In the dictionary a home is; a building that someone lives in. A home is much more than just a “building”. It's a place where you can come out of your shell, you don’t have to scream inside and sit with the pain you can be without judgment anywhere. A home is where you learned your first steps, your first words. Your home builds you up not just as a person but as an amazing human being. Home is a safe space where you can be yourself. Where I can sleep with my warm blankets and a roof on top of me. My home is my comfort palace, it's my own private sanctuary. My home made me the person I am today and I am so grateful for my family and everyone around me who helped me. A home doesn’t have to be huge for it to help you grow, you have to choose what you’re going to do, are you going to cry or stand up and make the best of it. The time consumed sharing memories and news, forms our houses, not the bricks or the wood. Money can’t buy you happiness, you can have a mansion and be sad or mad. You have to choose. You have to choose how you are going to live your life, because you only have 1 try. The objects can’t construct your home, it's the people we know love us, the people who are there for us everytime we brake, the people who take care of us everyday and look out for us. Every memory we share stays in those walls, in the floors beneath us. What a home means to me is the memories we share together, the jokes and the funny photos we take of each other. It's when we push each other in the snow and go sledding. It's all the times we have cried together because of a movie or a show. It's the warm feeling when you step into my home that I love. After I come from someone else's house I think to myself how grateful I am to have a bed to sleep in, a roof to keep me warm and safe, a family that loves me and supports me everyday, parents to feed me on the days I feel sick, and siblings to give me advice and simple words to keep me going with my day, with my life. Each home has a story, small or big, they have one. There's a different type of feel from colors, adornments and a different touch from everyone's heart that brightens up each and everyone's home. I keep on repeating in my head “my home, my home, my home, my home” and I realize how special I am to have a home to call mine. It’s mine. My home. My family. Mine.