My Home is made of memories

My home is made of memories, my dogs, Jacky and Autumn sitting with me. Stargazing late at night, no nightmare frights. Summer nights, singing and dancing, till my legs feel weak feeling the laughter and the heat, the grass brushing my bare feet. Music blasting ever so high, no despair comes when home is nearby. Christmas excitement comes, the kitchen filled with cookie crumbs. Tearing through wrapping paper, toys I will play with later. Surrounded by the people I love. When I am in my home, I know, I am always safer. But I know not everyone has a home, filled with tranquility like mine. That is why I am grateful for habitat for humanity. Bringing memories into people’s lives. It was never about the house alone, but the memories I have grown. My home is made of memories, and I carry them with me wherever I go. That is what home means to me.