Home…

When I think of home I don’t just think about four walls and a roof, to me my home means much more than that. My home just isn’t just the appearance of the decoration, ,my home makes my home, mine because of the people in it. My parents are divorced and things don’t always go as planned, I travel from my moms house to my dads house every week and I’m going to be one hundred percent honest, things aren’t the same as they were three years ago. Three years ago my family was one big happy family. I’ve moved twice in the past two years and Things have been really different than they were before. No matter what happens you should be able to be yourself in your home, no matter if you’re a single parent, a part of the lgbtq+, getting raised by your grandparents, have divorced parents, you still matter and your home is still special in your way.