Home.

To me, home is not a place. It is a gathering place or a dining hall filled with laughter and fun. My home is where my dogs are, all of them. Where I feed them, play with them, and a lot more. A house isn’t necessarily a home. Most houses have stuff like walls or windows. A home would have family and friends or memories and laughter. I have so many memories in my home (significantly from Covid-19) that are so special and I will likely remember them all my life. Home is where on significant events my family will work together to set up for a party or cook feasts for the holidays. I have always lived in the same house for my entire life. So naturally, I have a lot of my memories of the house I’m living in. But without memories, my house is just a house. With memories, my house becomes a home. Wonderful food is cooked in my home, almost all of it being from my grandma’s cookbook. That is why my house became a home because of what happens there. What memories have you experienced in your home? Home is a very crucial place that everyone deserves. Everyone deserves to have a special place to stay every night. Home is a shield that blocks out negativity. There is no judgment inside a home full of your family. Home will forever be the most special place for each person. Home truly is where the heart is. Do you agree with my previous statements?