HOME

Home is a place where I can feel loved, no one is there to judge me, home is where I can be myself, I can run around in rainbow pajama pants and my old soccer jersey and my family will run around with me , or just giggle with me. When I think of home, I think of all the taco mondays we have had. I think of all of the family game’s we have played, and all of the Disney movies we have watched, while there was popcorn being thrown across the house. My home is not a house , and a house is not a home. Houses are just things people live in. Home is a place that has memories that I can never forget , these are memories that I can hold on forever. A house is made out of bricks, wood, and mortar. A home is made out of memories. So at the end of the day, my home will always be the place I feel safe, I feel loved, and where I feel cared for.