What Home Is

Home: Home can be a very powerful word. Unlike house, home contains all of the good and the bad, but house is more like a building, without goods and bads, just structures made with bricks and roof tiles. In most people’s houses, there is just furniture, and some electronics. But each and every one of our homes are unique, with painful and sorrowful feelings, along with happy and joyful feelings as well. When someone says “home”, I immediately think of the chaos, fights, along with happiness, like a family movie, and most important of all, love. Love is what supports families in homes. Without love, families will crumple, slowly, brick by brick. Love is the true key to family survival. But love isn’t simply saying “I love you”, it’s actually meaning it, like just spending time with each other, or playing video games together. Home also contains a sense of safety and security, knowing if I’m ever hurt, I can come home, and forget about these missing parts of my life, and think about the happy things I already have. Safety means knowing and trusting that I can always come home, and leave my dejected, harsh thoughts behind, and just zone out for a while. At home, I can sense security in the walls of the house, as well as my parents welcoming cuddles. Even in the most darkest times, I know safety and security is always in my parents clutch. I can sense when I’m at home, the second I walk through that door, and feel comfort. The smell of my parents cooking greeted me with delicious smells wafting through the door, making my mouth water already. But comfort isn’t just about the delicious smells of your parent’s cooking, it’s also about the feeling of being loved, and loving your home. Even if I had 100 houses, I would still love my original home, and my parents too. In the near future, I wish that everyone will have these feelings for home the way I believe home is.