What Home Means To Me...

What home means to me….. By Alejandra Pont A house is just a house, but home is something else. Home is reading a good book in a cozy bed. Home is a blazing fire crackling while it's softly snowing. Home is painting a beautiful picture under a soft warm blanket. When I am away from home, I look around and remind myself that other people might not have as much as me and I am very lucky to have a warm, loving home and wish they had one like mine too. If I ever get lost I will know my way back because I'll be able to see a beautiful cozy home and I'll know that it's mine. So I will always love my home and it will always love me. That is what home means to me.