What Home Means To Me

Home smells like my grandma's famous ham and mashed potatoes floating through the air at every family reunion. Home tastes like my dads delicious prosciutto filled with lots of cheese, love, and care. Home sounds like laughter, love, kindness and memories soaring through the big blue sky. Home looks like family dancing around the campfire eating smores, talking and sharing memories. Families make an unbreakable bond that nobody can destroy. Home to me is having rivalries with siblings but at the end of the day all is forgiven. Home is where you share long lasting memories. And give lots of hugs and kisses. Home is a place where you feel loved, welcome, and free to be yourself. Thank you Habitat For Humanity for making homes for the people who don’t.