My meaning of home

My home doesn't have a couch, it doesn't have a TV or even a bathroom. IT doesn't have a bed or a window ,a lamp ,not even a roof. My home is a beach. A beach in Nova Scotia. Where I can run for miles on the wet sand. The sea shells give memories along with the laughs I share. And the salty wind blows through my hair. The crisp ocean water brushes the tips of my toes. Hermit crabs crawl away in a hurry so they don’t get crushed. I can build sand castles and have fun all day. My home is where I can feel like I can belong. Where I feel like I’m free. And that's my meaning of home.