What Home Means to Me

Home means a comfortable safe space that I love most. Home is like a s’more; the crackers are the floor and roof, the chocolate is the family, and the marshmallows represent the love flowing through the air. A home is not just the structure, it is the love built on the inside and it is meant to be found by a cherished family like mine. Home is where you find a sense of who you are and where you fit in. The reason home is home is because of the caring peers that you spend time with, creating joyful memories to bring everyone together. It’s where Suzanne cooks a homemade meal for dinner, where dad builds a garden to grow fresh fruits and vegetables, where my sister does art and where I find fun hobby horsing in my basement. Families are formed by love and love comes from every family, just like air comes from every tree! Holidays are spent together in our living room because it’s our meeting room. Home is my happy comfort zone because I love spending time with my family, which includes my cat and dog. My home isn’t like others; our bonds are the most special feeling that I cherish. Finally, home is an undefeatable structure that will not fall. When you walk into my home, you smell Suzanne’s sizzling bacon, you see a movie night in the living room together, or you hear music downstairs as I’m riding around on my hobby horse. Home is where I find my perfect habitat. We shape our homes and then our families shape us. Home is a haven where we can be ourselves. Home is where my personality can always be found and that’s what home means to me.