My Home

Home is not just a mere word or building. Instead, home is a feeling of happiness and fun and it is where you are loved no matter what. Home is something that I am so lucky to have and it is something that everyone deserves. Even when you've had a bad day home is there for you, as calm and joyful as always and welcoming you with open arms. When it rains outside I am thankful for my home and for a roof over my head. When it is cold I am thankful for my home sheltering me from the snow and keeping me warm. When I think about how lucky I am to have a home I realize that everyone deserves a home, not just those who can afford it. A home doesn't have to be big because, on the inside it holds so much love and happiness that it could not possibly be put into even the largest house in the world. My home is not just 4 walls and a roof; instead, it is full of colour and memories both happy and sad. It is where you will learn and where you will grow more each day. And as you look out the window you will watch the years pass by. Although you get older you will always remember the special meaning of home.