What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t a place or a structure. Home is a blessing. Home is where I learn my religion. Imagine if home was a feeling. It would be me, sitting in my gaming chair, playing with my friends and also making blanket forts and then watching movies. If home was a smell, it would be my mom cooking food in the kitchen. If home was a taste, it would be my sister’s red velvet cupcakes so soft and her M&M cookies crunchy and tasty. If home were a sound, it would be me and my family laughing and playing board games like chess. My older brother and I watch movies late night with friends. Home is a different type of feeling. I’m grateful for a home because I have a warm comfortable bed to sleep in, a roof over my head and a family I love a lot and who love me back. I’m thankful for healthy food made for me to eat and a wealthy place for me to live. Home is the safest place you could be in. One time when I was little, there was a fire directly behind my home. Guess what saved me? My home. I wish everybody else had a home like mine. Habitat for Humanity is where unhoused people can have a home like mine and make memories. If it wasn’t for Habitat for Humanity, lots of people wouldn’t have a safe space full of memories.