Home

I think that home is not a place…it’s a feeling.” “What I love most about my home is who I share it with.” “There is nothing more important than a good, safe, secure home.” “Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” Home is where I was raised. Where I played, laughed, cried, and learned. It is where I grew. Where I became me, a strong, intelligent person, confident in myself, in my future and in my past. I believe that a home has more than four walls and a roof overhead. Home is an environment. It is the feeling that greets me when I walk through the door. It is the people who wait for me to get home. My home is my rock-solid foundation, and I will take it with me when I leave. I believe that home is where individuals become themselves, not primarily physically but mentally. It becomes a mold that forms who they are. Home for me is made of experiences, moments of my life that helped to change me and to teach me. For that reason, my home is also filled with people and when home takes on a human form, it is called family. I believe that family is a relative term, nothing to do with blood, defined by relationships. No matter where I go in the future, my foundation will always sit firmly in this environment and with these people who have formed me as a person and taught me how to live. I know that I can always come home. After all, home is where the heart is.