A Home Could Not Be Anywhere

My home could not be anywhere! It could not just be in Ghana, Guatemala or Zaire. It could not just smell like pizza, pasta or a cucumber. It could not just look like a pickle, sponge or a bottle of skin care. It could not just sound like a dog, parrot or an angry mayor. It could not just feel like cotton, leather or a turkish butler. It could not just taste like a pineapple, bacon or a stick of butter. My home could not be copied or duplicated everywhere. It is unique, it does not have a pair. Thank you Habitat for humanity for giving the homeless care. The thought of not having a home I could not bare.