What homes means to ME

Home is not just an edifice, it is a safe, loving, environment. It holds me and my family’s memories. Home is the only place where I feel like I belong. Home is like a treasure chest where, when opened, all the nostalgia flows out. At home when everyone's bored, we play board games, and talk about our moments in life. On cold, winter days, when my hands are as cold as ice, I walk up to my room, quaffing hot chocolate that smells luscious. In my room when the sky is dark as pitch black, I lay on my bed stargazing at the sky. Home is the only environment where intimacy, endearment, and family exists.