What Home Means to Me

For me, when I think of home, I don't think of a structured house. To me, home is the place to roam, to make memories, my home. Home is where every soul belongs. Full heart, full bowl. When good memories are made, all the hate will fade, Homes are different for every face. But a home is where you feel connected and loved. A home is a safe place, all the judgement is erased. Love is spread, and you get well fed. Home can be a country for refugees, where they have security, which is something everyone deserves. Canada is where I found my home. A place where it's safe for me to go outside alone. A place where I built a community. A place where I am educated. A place where I'm healthy. This is my home. Laughter and smiles erupt for a while, never ending giggles. Celebrating your tradition, having the ambition, there is a home for you.