What Home Means to Me

I live in a house, but home means so much more. A house is not necessarily a home. A house is made from wood and bricks, but a home is made from love and memories. Happy, sad, a mix of both, a home is filled with memories that are in your heart. Home isn’t about a floor, four walls, and a roof, it’s about the people inside. Home is a place filled with people you care about, who also care about you. A place where you are free to be yourself, without anyone telling you who you have to be. A house can keep out snow and cold, but a home is your own personal calm within the storm of life. A safe haven to grow and thrive for you and your loved ones. That is why home is so important, it’s a place you never want to leave, a place to love and be loved. I feel the most comfortable when I am at home. Home is where I have everything I need. Maybe not everything I want, but everything I need. For me, home means I can be with family and friends, and be my best self. Everytime I step through the front door, I feel welcomed and warmed by the love radiating from the place I am blessed to call home. A home is not a privilege, a home is a right. Home is part of our identity. It’s a part of us. We are all greatly affected by the environment we live in, and having a good home is something that everyone should have. My home is where I feel at home.