My Home is Not Just a Building

My Home is Not Just a Building People often think that a house is just walls and a roof. My home is not just walls and a roof; it’s the place where I cherish the small moments, like the smell of my mom’s noodles. Memories like these are what truly make a home. Home is where I feel safe. When I walk through the front door, the weight on my shoulders disappears because I know that I am safe. It’s like a shell that protects me from the outside world. I know that whenever I’m at home I will always stay protected. Even in the dark I feel safe because I’m at home. Home is the soil where my dreams are planted. Without my bed to sleep on, I wouldn’t have the strength to reach for the stars at school. Every child deserves a place where they can also plant their dreams. A home gives us the quiet we need to think and the safety we need. To me, a house is built of bricks, but a home is built of the hope we share together. In a busy world, my home is the anchor that keeps me from drifting away. It is the one place where I won’t have to worry about the outside world and just breathe. I know that once I step inside my home I am safe from the outside world. I will always have a safe place to return at the end of the day. In the end, my home isn’t just where I live; it’s where I am loved. Every child deserves to feel this way. When Habitat for Humanity gives families homes, they are actually giving them a place where their dreams finally have a chance to bloom.