Home

Home For me, the meaning of home is where my family is. It’s a cozy place filled with the memories of past days well spent. It doesn’t matter if the home is clean or dirty, stained or spotless. Home is a place to escape to, an oasis. Home comes with the comfort of knowing that there are people in the next room who love you and support you. Home is somewhere you can be yourself. It means more than just rooms and walls with very old paintings and very old halls. It is a place where you can forget about missing that basket that shot a place where you celebrate that football you caught. A place away from the sadness from the fray. A spot to celebrate the good part of every day, it’s a magical spot where you can hope and pray. Not a flashy bed nor a breakfast tray. Home is a place you should trust not betray. Personally for me, myself a home does not need to belong to people with wealth. For a mansions is a mansion and a house is a house but a home is the most lovely place we rome. Home is loud and playful. It has injuries and pain in the walls. But it also comes with forgiveness and heart. It’s knowing that no matter where you are, no matter what's happening, there is always a place waiting for you to rest and recover where everyone there loves you.