Home is a big word full of memories.

Home is where you can wake up with a roof over your head and not worry if a flood or a storm were to happen. Home is where you are loved and cared for. Home is where you are happy, because home to me is love and family and that is all I can ask for. Home to me is my stuff. My stuff is there because I love my stuff. I love my home because the roof over my head protects me, I have access to clean water, my lights work, I am lucky. I love home because I can live a happy life without having to worry about bad stuff and I hope the same for others. You should be grateful for what you have. I love home.