What Home Means to Me

Some people think that home is just the place that we live. I think they are so wrong. Home is not something that you can touch with your hand. Home is a feeling that is created by the stuff, the people, the pets, inside the house. On the outside of my house you can just see a bunch of bricks stuck together, but on the inside it is so much more. When I am at home, I feel like I don’t have to worry about doing something wrong because I know that my family will always love me. My home is a place where I feel safe, not just because I am surrounded by walls and a roof, but because I am not alone. I know that my family will always have my back. When I am at home, I don’t have to lie or hide from anyone. Home is not a home if you cannot be yourself. Even though I am sometimes mad or frustrated at home, I know that eventually those feelings will go away and my family will help me get through it. When I am at home, I can be anyone I want to be. I can sit at my desk and draw and be an artist. I can do experiments in my kitchen and be a scientist. I can lie in my bed and think up stories and adventures. Nobody will judge me when I am at home. I think that there is a home for everybody. It could be a house, it could be an apartment, it could be a cottage by the lake, and it could even be a treehouse. As long as that place is special to you and you feel safe and comfortable, that is your home. I have always loved my home and I feel lucky to have this place that is so full of love.