Home

A home is not a house. A home is where you feel happy, warm, and loved. Home is also spending time with my friends. At home I can be myself, and I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not, just to be liked. Home is where I can snuggle with stuffies. I love my home. A house is not the same. A house is just the shelter I’m living under. A house could be anywhere but a home can’t. To me home has to be where I feel safe and comfortable. And that is not a house. Sure I’m lucky to have a house, but I’m even luckier to have a home.