The Meaning of Home

Home is where I feel safe. Where I am comfortable. Where the things I love the most are. Yet most of all, home is in my heart. Family Sisters fighting, dog causing chaos, cats knocking stuff off my shelves, home is still home, and it would not be without my family. No matter how annoying siblings can be, that is what makes it home. I need my family to survive. Everyone does. My family will support me no matter what. That is why I feel free around them. Free to express myself, free to say what I feel. No matter what, they will always be there for me. I know my parents would never leave me to suffer. I trust them with my life after all. We have faith in each other, an unbreakable bond. Love No matter what I do, no matter what I say, my parents will always accept me for who I am. Whatever I do, they will still love me. I love my home. It has everything I love in it. My family, my room, and my stuff. As well as other things like love, joy and warmth. As you grow, you create a connection with your home and family that keeps growing stronger and never breaks. That connection is love. Memories Good ones, bad ones, happy ones, you build memories as you grow. They are part of your life. You cannot control that. They are part of your home. Your family. Without them, you would be nothing. My memories are also a big part of my home and childhood. They can mean so much. Home Across the world, in the same city, if I move, wherever I move, home will always be in my heart. It means family. Love and acceptance, memories. No matter what, home will always be with me.