What Home Means to Me

Let me say a couple sentences to show you what a home can be and what a house can be. A house can be made of thick copper bricks or even fresh forest wood. On the inside you have a tiled floor or a boring shade of somber grey on your walls. You may even have a uncompleted basement, or even renovations for a new lavatory. Everything in the house gives you the same impression as yours, until you get the aspects, you relies that there is a story behind every little part of this place. Like the foul peeling paint on the wall. From when I tried to move the shelf but made or huge scratch. Similar to the ear-piercing sound of the unsecure floorboard. All those frames on the wall they show happy moments, moments of pleasure. Like the long road trip that felt like it would never end. Otherwise that time at the beach with your family. Altogether those minor details take one huge part in a home. What I’m saying is, your home can literally be anything or be anyplace. At home you don’t have to put on your best self. You just can just live and be free… Because in this place I call home we would watch movies in our pjs and stuff our faces with food. In your home you should feel safe. Love your home and what’s inside. And remember that in your home you feel safe, not all feel that way your lucky.