Home, A Place We All Deserve

This is what home means to me. No one can change my opinion, even if they threaten me. There are people with other opinions who think this is wrong, but this is my opinion. Your house isn’t a home. Your house is only a wood and concrete shell that you hide in to escape harsh weather and people who want to physically hurt you. You can easily sell your house in the blink of an eye. But your home follows your family wherever you go. A house is a material possession, which means it can be stolen from you. But a home can’t be stolen because it is a mental possession that is in the minds of everyone in your family. Your home is built on positivity. Your home is where you go to be yourself, which means that you could wear anything you want, sound like anything you want, and even be with who you want to be with. Your home is filled with the happy memories you and your family have made together. They may be distant or newly made, but these memories are one of the most precious things in your life and home. Your home is a cooling, thriving oasis that protects you and your family from the harsh, unforgiving desert that is reality. Your home is worth infinitely more than a house. Your house is just a shell that is only optional for your home to reside in. That means that your home follows you and your family wherever you go. Your home is filled with happy memories and hopes and dreams, while your house is just filled with dull objects that serve a single purpose, to make your life somewhat easier. Your house can be small, but your home extends beyond the boundaries of your house and covers wherever you travel. A home is the one place you truly know that you are safe and you can be whatever you want to be. This came out of heart because my family has had housing problems, and we persevered through. I hope this inspires people who are capable of helping Habitat for Humanity's quest to end homelessness. This concludes my essay.