What Home Means To Me

A house is made out of bricks, concrete and wood. A home is made out of love, laughter where I never feel misunderstood. It's full of memories, like a book that's never left unread. Like the time my sister, dad and I were having a pillow fight, and we broke the bed. It's where I can speak all the thoughts from my head and not feel judged. And make my own decisions without being nudged. A house is full of drab furniture and useless junk. A home is full of medals, achievements, and report cards gathering dust in a trunk. A house feels uncomfortable, unfamiliar, and bleak. A home feels like a cup of warm hot chocolate, the sun on your face after a cold winter, and being able to speak. Even when life is hard and you feel like giving up, Family will be there for you and give you back up. When I think of my home, I think of my family laughing around our fire about something amusing that my dad said. I think of family dinners every night and getting a goodnight kiss before I go to bed. I love my home and the people in it. I am extremely delighted that people will be able to enjoy a home and truly benefit. Thank you, Habitat for Humanity.