The Meaning of Home

What is my home? Is it a building? A word? Or simply just somewhere where you feel secure, safe, and loved. When I think of home, I think of music and how I love it. When I think of music I think of my old oak piano. It makes me feel happy and loved. Or sometimes sad if someone is playing a song. At home my dad cooks a lot of delicious and delectable meals. Whenever I walk through my front door after school, the aroma of some sort of delicious meal surrounds me. Whether it's pasta, pizza, chicken or rice. I look forward to stuffing them all in my mouth. On the weekends I sometimes play amusing games with my family and close friends. From playing in the white fluffy snow to playing fun board games. Sometimes we call each other hysterical names. Home can be many different things. For me it’s my house and it’s not just a word or where I live It is where I am safe and loved. Thank you Habitat for Humanity for making homes for people who need them and slowly making the world a better place.