Meaning of Home

Home. Our safe brick houses, having sprouted love and care inside. Its hands holding tightly onto the memories, never letting go for them to be forgotten. Where we have all grown up and learned, where we have all struggled and hurt, where we know we will always be loved in our family’s arms of care, this starts with a tiny seed of devotion. Home. Our neighborhood communities, scattered with eternal care, a place of trust and feeling of protection. Helpful neighbors, parks filled with fun, the bustling sound of morning, this is what has sprouted from our tiny seed. A sprout of trust. Home. Our environment and nature, the sun peaking rays of light at the crack of dawn, birds flying sky high basking in their freedom, flowers colorful and bright flaunting their beauty, life bursting out in every direction like unexpected splattered drops of color for our painting of a world. This is what our sprout of trust has become, a sapling of beauty. Home. Different to us all, might it be busy cities with many emotions, might it be a countryside peaceful and tranquil, might it be japanese red maples strutting out of the ground eager to grow, might it be the florida waves crashing onto the beach with such excitement and joy, or maybe its something different, something completely unique to each of us, carrying distinct meanings, growing far and wide. To me, home is like a tree, its roots not only stretching inward to family but digging deep, wanting to meet more people, see more places, accumulate more knowledge, they stretch outward reaching for everything they can, toward people, places and emotion. That’s what home is to me, you take it with you wherever you go. What is home to you?