My Meaning of Home...

Home is where I can breathe, feel loved, have freedom, and space. It’s a place where I am cared for by loving people that is free of judgment. Home is where I can breathe knowing I am welcome and cared for. feel loved by the people around you, have freedom of where you know you will not be judged. and space where I can feel good about myself, have the space where I can run till I see the sun is down. Home is also a close friend that treats you the way you should be treated. A best friend is someone who loves YOU for WHO you are and how you are. They treat you with love, care and will always have your back. Home for me can also be walking through the woods on a path in the springtime and wintertime at Anya’s house. , watching the leaves fall and the flowers blooming the snow on the branches, all white, the snow falling is just so relaxing to me, and reminds me a lot of home. The space of the backyard and the wide-open space with the trees swaying, doing the stuff you love with no one looking at you makes me feel free. Love and peace to me are Annapolis and Anya’s house. Knowing everyone around you, knowing that people care for you and love you, Is what I need. Nothing can compare to what I find a home. Having friends/Anya/family and big yards and walking in the woods is the best I can get.