A Place of Joy, Love and Happiness

Home isn’t a house or a building. It’s not a place at all. A home does not need to have a fireplace or a warm cozy bed. It’s none of those things. It’s simply a feeling…a feeling of joy, happiness and love. Money can buy many things, but it can’t buy you the feelings of home, love, happiness and joy. A home can be anything... a streetcar, a book, even yourself or others. While it can be a physical place, it’s really a place in your heart, where you are loved and where you love. Home is your history. Home is the place where your memories live forever. It’s the birthdays that pass by one by one. It’s the sad tears and happy tears from the sad moments and happy moments. Home is the place of the glorious, delicious smells of Mom’s and Dad’s cooking that will taste even better in my watering mouth. Home is where you live your life. It’s where you enjoy living in the beautiful and glorious times. But it’s also where you take the bad with the good. It’s where you are grateful, dream and wonder what will come next. Home is where your culture and ancestors are watching over you, guiding and protecting you. It’s where we learn the importance of the land and what it truly means to experience life. It’s where I can be free and be whatever I want to be. Home is the sound of my family’s voices which is music to my ears. It’s where I hear the soft, sweet, calm whispers of praise and support. Home is the family and home is the heart, and family is where the heart beats strongest. Family is a group of people guiding you in life’s sad, mean, hard, and miserable events. It’s an army fighting right by your side and truly caring about you and loving you and protecting you, no matter what. Home is the place of joy, love, and happiness. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity for giving me the opportunity to share my thoughts about what home means to me.