What Home Means To Me

What Home Means To Me By Cordelia Fowke Home is not a place, home is people. It is who you spend time with, not a place you spend time in. Home is a family that loves and protects, a friendship that lasts forever. Home is where we unite, where memories are made. Home is the people we cry with, laugh with, and rejoice with. It teaches us and helps us grow. Our home is our church, our community, and is therefore great in every way. It will comfort, help, and protect. We enjoy our house, it keeps us warm, it keeps us safe, but it is not our home. A house is just a building, just a place to go to sleep or to play. A true home is built on truth, peace, and a forever family. It is kind, respectful, friendly, stern, and wonderful just like the special bond between mothers and sons, fathers and daughters. You and your family should try to build up the home, not tear it down. When you're sick, your family helps you, when you're hurt, your family cares for you, when you need support and guidance, your family should teach you what to do. Home can even be an object that’s special to you. What you define as “home” is deeply personal and will be tied to what you love most. What it means to you may be different than what it means to me. When I think of the word “home”, I think of all that’s special to me. I think of my mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, and my dogs. This is what home means to me, and I hope it’s the same for you.