Happiness isn’t a house, It’s home.

Happiness isn’t a house, It’s home When you think of home, what do you feel? For me, I think of intangible things like comfort, freedom, love and creativity! Home is a mix of cultures and pride, China’s roots and Canada by my side. Home is the only place where my heart finds its rest and the soul feels completely known. Home is not just a place where I sleep, but the space where I are most myself and most loved. Home is where I can be myself, and fit right in. Home is the starting place of love, hope, and dreams. Home is the nicest word there is. Think about what will happen after I do something to leave my family. Home is where I can fit in perfectly, that would have been the only home I might have had in my entire life. To many people and me, Home means a feeling of safety, love, and belonging, going beyond just a physical house to encompass a sanctuary where you can be yourself, make memories, find comfort, and feel accepted by people. Home is where the heart remains the most timeless expression of the concept, suggesting that home is less about a physical location and more about where one feels the most love and connection. Home is where love resides, memories are created, friends always belong, and laughter never ends. Family makes this house a home