Meaning of Home

Home, home what do you mean to me? You are a structure, but not made of wood or bricks, made of love, happy memories and just genuine calmness. My home is in Canada, in Ontario, in Erin, in my house. But for some people their homes are in alleys, their classes, or in their favorite restaurants because maybe they don't have nice home lives. But I do, and this is what home means to ME. So, basically, to sum it up in one word? Family. I could use a million different words to use but I think this is the best word to use because it goes like this in my home, 1,2,3,4. My mother, my sister, my father, and I. Sure, my cousins are great, and so are my aunts and uncles and my grandparents are too, but still it’s us against the world. So, judges when you read this, you should probably introduce this to your family, because you need to have their backs so they’ll have yours, because when there’s a problem with you(and there will be) they’ll help you. So basically, that’s the train of thought at home. Another thing about home is getting there from a long day at school and sitting on the gray couch that smells like a dirty dog whilst eating a bowl of my mom's delicious homemade polish soup or some nice dumplings. Or, if there’s a dish cooking in the oven I’ll have to take it and instead of emptying my lunch or anything like that, I’ll just smell the smells of home.