My Home

My home is not a building made of four walls and a roof. It's something deep inside of me, it’s really there you just can't see. If it really was a building, then I lost it long ago, but instead it is a feeling and I love to let it show. It never really leaves me, instead it always stays, and it is something so magnificent I will never want to trade. My home is made of memories whether big or small, the good ones and the bad ones fill up every hall. Birthday parties, holidays, report cards and games of charades. My home is always there with me as I learn, and grow, and share. The feelings that I have at home seem to fill up the air. My home is made of confidence, love, warmth, and joy and I will always hold it close and never say goodbye.