My Home

Home is my life but also death. It’s happy but sorrowful at the same time. It’s like you may feel disconnected from everything but connected at the same time. But through everything you feel safe and loved. It feels like warm hands are constantly hugging you. You may feel sad but that also leaves room for you to feel happy. I have many homes. Church, Grandparents. But it's not a home without a family. I have a home wherever I go but some people might not even have one at all. I can't even imagine not having a home.