What Home Means To Me

Home is different to everyone. When some people think of home, they think of their family and their pets. When others think of home, they think of their stuff, and their furniture. When I think of home, I think of the family that wait for me after school, and my cat and dogs that cuddle with me as I sleep. I think of home as the times my brothers play with me, even after a tough day. The times they have played ‘legos’ and ‘snakes and ladders’. The times they have chased me around our house. I think of home as the times when I am curled up in the library with a good book, even after I need to get to bed. I disappear into the books, and they become my home, even for a little while. I think of home as the love and sound that my house is surrounded by and that floods into my family. Everyone has a different opinion about what a home is, but home can be anywhere.