What Home Means to Me

My safe place is my home, but it is about the people who raised me. They helped me grow to be the person I am now. When I wake up, I look out my window, and I see my neighbour shoveling our driveway. He is too nice. Or I wake up and see the cars flying by our house while I’m snuggled up in my bed with my cat. She has black stripes all down her back. She couldn’t be better, but the other two could be a little. And do not get me started on my guinea pigs. They snuggle me. They are so cute. And when I am sad my dogs help me be happy again. I have my ups and downs but the people who love me are always there. I do not think that my home is just a pile of bricks, it will hopefully be the place I stay forever.