What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t a building; it is a Friday night movie with popcorn filling the air and scenes that make everyone crack up with amusement. When I think of home, I don’t think of the walls in my house, it’s the secret family recipe you share at special occasions with your whole family once a year. Home is not the furniture you throw into your house, it’s the board games you play with your relatives and the joy that comes when you win. Home is where those miniature moments brimming with affection and love happen. Home is a feeling, not a ceiling. It’s a consciousness, not a roof over one’s head. Home is a situation where someone’s relationships and affections are centered. Home is a place where your family is reunited, where your extended family is together. Home is your family, friends, pets, and anywhere you feel compassion and warmth.