What Home Means to Me

A home is a place of love. Sometimes there might be arguing but that's the love of the house. You know, I always wondered if walls were alive. They would be able to catch everything that goes on in your house. They would be able to see every time you fell asleep, you wake up, you get a job, you get a girlfriend or a boyfriend you move out, you move in, every Christmas you get that toy you wanted. When I moved into my new house at first it didn't really feel like home but after a few months at the house, it started to feel like home. And that's home.