Freedom

Home isn't just a place. It is a feeling. Home is a place wanting to move out of as a kid and growing old wanting to go back to. What I love most about my home is who I share it with. There is nothing more important than a happy, safe, secure home. Home is where I was raised. Where I played, laughed, cried, and learned. It is where I grew up. Home is where I became me, an intelligent strong woman, confident in myself, in my future and in my past. I believe that a home isn't just four walls and a roof. Home is an environment. It’s the feeling that greets me when I walk through the door. It's the people who wait for me to get home. I believe that home is where individuals become themselves. Not primarily physically, but mentally. It becomes a mold that forms who I am. Home for me is made for experiences, moments in life that helped to change myself and teach me. For that reason, my home is also filled with people and when home takes on a human form, it’s called family. I believe that family is a relative term, nothing to do with blood, defined by relationships. No matter where I go in the future, my home will always sit firmly in this environment and these people who have formed me as a person and taught me how to live. I know that I can always come home. After all, home is where the heart is.