A Place to Call Home

A house is somewhere with four walls, furniture and a bed. A home is where I go at the end of the day to rest my head. A house is a very large box where I keep all my stuff. A home is a place with my family - and my dog who goes Ruff! A house is a physical place where I can invite a friend or guest. A home is my room with a bunny – it's just simply the best! When I think of a house I think of material things. When I think of a home I think of all the happiness it brings. My house is located in Toronto on a street. My home is anywhere my family travels to meet. They call it homeless but it's really not that way. It should be called houseless – at least that’s what I say. Even without a house I would never be alone. Wherever we're together, that's my home.