More Than Just A House

At first my home was a house. It was no different then all the other houses. But that's how all homes start right? When I first moved in I was only a child. It was not home at first. But it turned out to be much more. Day turned to night, the sky turned to stars and as it kept repeating I felt like... it was more than just a house... it felt like... home. And I want to share this feeling to everyone because why not? Doesn't everyone want to home? Doesn't everyone want the feeling to just feel the love in the air? Doesn't everyone just want a safe, happy, and a place called home? Maybe there's more to home than I think. Perhaps it all starts a “house” then turns to home and maybe even … My home, the home that I feel loved, the home I don't need to worry about anything, the home I can just say “Hey! I’m proud to call this my home.”