Home is where...

Home is where I feel welcomed, where I feel safe, where my family is, and where I can be myself. Anywhere my family is, is the place where I feel happy and safe. My family is always there to assist me with issues, offering me guidance, and showing that they don't generally show it, yet where it counts, I realize they love me however much I love them. I love my home because it is the place where I can act naturally, where I don't need to feel insecure, where I’m allowed to put myself out there without being judged. Now and again it is extremely difficult to not be insecure particularly when every other person has that quality or trademark and you don't. Assuming that you talk about it to your family, they can generally brighten you up. Regardless of whether you let them know how you feel, they'll realize something is off, and attempt to perk you up regardless of whether they know what's going on. Home is where the most joyful memories are. It's difficult to move from the home you experienced childhood in, the home which shielded you, the home which you love. At the point when I was more youthful, I generally wanted to move, yet when we did, My heart broke realizing I wouldn't be the same since I resided in that spot for a large portion of my life. Thinking back, I am stunned at the number of new feelings I have.