My Meaning of Home

My meaning of home isn’t like any other. It may seem pointless, but it has a deep meaning behind it. I mean, everyone does. To some, their home might mean somewhere that they’ve grown up all their life. To some others, their home might mean simply everything to them. That's not the case for me. To me, my home means wherever my family lives. My family is my home. If you want to know where I am, I’m at home. I’m with my family. Even if they tease me, or make jokes about me, they’ll still mean the world to me. I mean I’ve lived my entire life with them. Even if you move houses, you’ll still always have your family with you. You can never get rid of them. Your love is in your veins, your blood and you entirely. When I’m feeling sad I can always go to my family. Even if we get in a fight, I know that I will always be able to come back to them. I always tell my family about my day and about how I feel. I know my family will always be there to listen. They always know how to make me laugh or how to cheer me up. I love my family and I will always know that no matter what, they’ll be there for me. In conclusion of all of this, I guess now you know what my meaning of home is. Although it isn’t like others, I know that I should never be ashamed of my family. After all, I love my family. I love me.