Home Is Not a House

Home is not a house, but a place that contains love, and memories. It is, in particular, a place for one to have fun. One of the things that "home" includes is the feeling among family members, together on vacation. This, for example, can be taken from the few clams that were from Prince Edward Island when we were on a vacation. In this sense, our home was basically the car, but our shared feeling of home never left. I think that, when I am at home, I am afforded safety and privacy; therefore, my family can talk about topics that would, otherwise, would not be mentioned beyond its protection. Home is safety.