What Home Is To Me

Home is filled with hope, joyfulness, and care. Like the sweet smells in the air, or the sensation of a warm presence. Home isn’t a thought or a wish, home is memories and bliss. No one has the same home. Home is unique, full of wonders, memories, ones that only you’ve been through. What makes home, home, is the people that are in it. Home can have pictures or signs. Home has your tears, love, and blood within it. Home is a safe warm delightful place that you are comfortable in. Home is supreme and home is necessary, it’s terrible some people don't have a place to call home.