A place called "Home" is full of feelings.

There is more to my home than just a physical place. It's a feeling. The family I live with is what I cherish most. Having a safe and secure home is the most important thing. Home is where I want to live when I'm older and where I want to grow old. Home is where I cherish it all, whether big or small. Home is where I lay, and as the days go on, and where I stay. I learned to walk, run, sing, have fun, play and cry. It's where I grew up to become a strong, intelligent little boy with total faith in my past, present, and future. A home isn't merely made up of four walls and a roof. A place is its surroundings. It's the feeling that greets me as I walk in. My family, who wait for me to get back home, are the ones who make it. My home is my solid foundation, and I will take it with me when I go. We come home, not only to ourselves physically but emotionally as well. It takes on a mold-like quality that shapes our identity. The home comprises life moments and recollections that have shaped and educated me. Because of this, my home is filled with people; a home takes our shape and is referred to as a family. Family is a relative concept defined by relationships rather than blood. My foundation will always be firmly planted in this environment and with these individuals who have shaped me and taught me how to live, no matter where I end up. I am aware that I can return home at any time. Home is where the heart is, after all.