My Heart Belongs to my Home

My heart belongs to my home, but my heart doesn't belong to my house. My home is where I can be myself, sing in the shower, wear my own clothes ,and I don't have to hide under the covers. But my house protects me from rain, snow, hail, lightning, it has windows and doors but my house has my family that warms my heart everyday. I have two homes my home with my family and one with my friends, the Gymnastics gym, some of my kindness, funniest friends are there every training day, if I fall I know that they will help me up. Everyday I wake up I know that my heart belongs to my home not my house.