What is a Home?
Many people think of home as just a mere building, or a small apartment, but then they are very wrong. House means a building, or a space to live, but a home is not a place, nor is it a thing. It is more a feeling, or a suggestion inside your head. Home is not the house; it is the things inside that house. It is the hopes, the dreams, the people, and the pets that the house holds inside itself that makes it truly a home.
I own a brick house with white stucco, but that is not what my home is like. My home is bright, and full of colors. It contains me, my parents, and my sister. It is full of hope, of love, of faith, and of dreams.
Home is where you are able to feel very safe, very secure, and very okay. It’s a place you don’t have to hide from anything at all. It’s a place to play, to have fun, a place where you can truly enjoy your life. It is a place where you can laugh, draw, color, and write. Home is where you can think, a place where you can feel your very own feelings, a place where you can just be yourself. It’s not a place where you have to make more mistakes, it is a place where you can learn from all the mistakes you have made. It’s a place to find shelter and comfort when life is being too hard on you.
Everyone deserves a home, not just those who can afford one. That is one of the many reasons I wrote this essay. People all deserve a home, not just me. I am so very lucky to have a home just like mine.