What My Home Means To Me

A house is a home and a home is a house. If this is what you believe you are unbelievably wrong. A house is a physical thing that protects you from the weather. The scary things. The dangerous things. A house has four walls, a ceiling, floor, and roof. On the other hand, a home has feelings. Memories. I can practically taste my sisters warm, gooey, mouth watering chocolate chip cookies right now. The sense of security, cosiness, and warmth rushes over me as I hear the laughter of me and my family playing a board game on our dining room table. I can smell the warm delicious dinner as I come inside from the cold weather feeling hungry and cold. As my family is focused on watching a movie I look around and smile at the sight. I love the feeling of my comfy soft sofa as I read a book as I fall asleep. Now don't get me wrong, my house isn't perfect. It’s loud, Messy, and Crazy but that's the way I like it. That is my home. A big thanks to Habitat for humanity for everything they do. Make sure to support them wherever you are.