What a Home Means to Me

To me, a home is a jamboree of family, which is exotic because it is chaotic. A house is a physical structure made from bricks and stones, while a home is filled with love, warmth, and cherished memories. Home is where love happens, it happens every day. Home is where the heart is, that’s what people say. Home is not just four square walls, even if pictures are hung on the walls. Home is where there is one to love, home is where there is one to love us. A home can be made of sticks and mud or great big blocks of snow. Home could be anywhere from the underground to the sky.