What Home Really Means to Me

Have you ever really dug deep into your heart to see what home really means to you? Well, I have. Home is really a memorable and meaningful place to me. It’s the place where love is the foundation and happiness and warmth is the roof over my head. It’s the place where my family and I have made the best of memories that I will never ever, forget. A home is the place where no one cares about what you look like or what you’re wearing, they just care about who you truly are from the inside. Home is a place where trust floats all around. A place that I can always come back to no matter what happens. My home is always waiting for me to come back to, so it can give me a warm welcome back. My home is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Before we got this home, we had to live in a rented basement. Even though that rented basement gave us all we needed, it didn’t give us love, comfort, or warmth the way our home does. I’m really grateful I have a home and not a house.