What Home Means to Me

What Home means to me My home means the world to me. A house is only a roof over my head, a home grows up with you from your first words and steps to the first day of school, your ups and downs, your wrongs and rights, your home has seen it happen, it's filled with character and emotion. My house may not be perfect to others, but it is to me. Every crack and chip means something like the time we were adding furniture in my house and we dented the wall, that will always be a memory of getting our first house in this country. My home is just my life written into every brick and tile, the moment I enter I feel like a warm hug is greeting me, It is an indescribably feeling of comfort. To me, it's not about the house it's about the people in it, my family always cares for me when I need it, and each and everyone of us has a special role, like my mom cooks amazing food, my dad fixes things like magic and, my sister gives advice and helps with my homework, we all love and respect each other. Everybody has different opinions about their homes but in my opinion my house is a place where I can be silly and not get laughed at. It's where I can look my worst and not get weird looks, it's where I feel safe and comfortable. Every christmas,valentines day, Easter and Birthdays is a new memory created, and I think that is the foundation of a loving and caring home. Every happy, sad, angry and anxious memory created is a part of our home, because like a violin, one needs all four strings to make music. That is what my home means to me.