What Home Really Means to Me

Home to me means three things. Family, love and safety. However, a house on the other hand to me means a very different thing, a house to me is a place that keeps me warm and gives a roof over my head. At one point in my life, my home was a house, with walls, rooms, and a roof. Like any other ordinary house. Slowly but surely, my house started to transform into a home as we started to get settled in. All my house really needed to become a home was just a little bit of love. Home is where I took my first step, it’s the place where I’ve learned lots of life lessons, it’s where I’ve grown up to be who I am. Home is where I want to be. Home is where I can go if I’m ever feeling unsafe. As long as I’m at home, I know I will be okay and that I’m protected. At home is where my family is. My Dad, Mom, older Brother and younger Sister. They are the people that give me comfort and safety. They are the people that let me know I’m loved. When my family gathers around at home that is when I’m happiest. When I’m at home I never have to feel like I have to act proper. I can always be excepted foe who I truly am. At home feels like a safe place for me because, no matter how I look, feel or how I act, I can always be loved and respected for who I am. A majority of the memories I have now, takes place at home. Home is where I learned to run, jump, sing and play. Home is where I learned what happiness and being loved feels like. It’s where I learned that my mistakes help me grow. Home is where I learned to have fun. My home has always been bigger than most houses in my neighborhood but that is not why my house is a home to me. No matter big or small a house is, that doesn’t determine whether you have a home or a house. In my eyes when I think of a house, I think of a place that has expensive furnisher in it. But when I think of a home I think of safety. I think of walking through a door after a long day of school, and smell fresh baked bread or bread made by my mother. But also, my home is not just where I sleep at night, home is where I spend most of my time in a day. Home is in my classroom, where I learn Monday through Friday, make memories, and spend time with friends. Home can mean a very different thing for everyone. But what home really means to me is a little bit of crazy a little bit of loud, and a whole lot of love. I want to thank habitat for humanity, forgiving people in need of a decent to live home to live in so people like me can make wonderful memories as I have!