Home

Home. Home is you and me. Home is where we play. Home is where we’re free. I met you a while ago, you were new here. Though, Home will always be your shelter. Home is not the structure, nor the walls that make the House. Home is a feeling. A feeling of being proud. Home is love. Home is family. Home is where your friends come over, where you eat your hot meals, and where you sort out ordeals. Home is where you sneak extra dessert, and where you’ll never be overworked.