Home

Home, to others, may be a building or the community, maybe a house where you have lived all your life and have made your fondest memories or somewhere you can let loose and be relaxed while sharing your day. Home is a feeling A feeling of warmth and belonging Being loved and loving others The smiles and shared moments The people around me, my family, friends and animals. My thoughts, feelings and dreams. Somewhere where my ideas are accepted A special place to share your thoughts where no one judges you for who you are and you can let down your guard and speak your mind. My home is like a classroom where we all can learn from each other and grow. Where we listen to everyone's ideas and learn. Home is like a garden where you can grow and thrive. Somewhere where you have no boundaries or limits. Our love is like the firm concrete that holds together the walls in our home. Home is like a bed of soil and I am a plant. I can spread my leaves and reach for the sun, Ican grow and my roots can reach out to the sky. Home is not something you can describe in words, it is neither a place nor a country, it is a feeling, it is the people, the memories, the safety wherever you go you can carry home with you in your heart no matter where you go. People say nothing is permanent and that's not true. Love is permanent and home is love, home is the people, the animals, the memories and the feelings, home is where the heart is. I am grateful for my home and I cherish every moment with everyone I love.