What Home Means to Me

What Home Means To Me

Home. What do people think of the word home? A roof, four walls, windows and a door. To me home means much more than just walls. Home is not only about the walls but about the people who share their lives together inside. Home means safety, a refuge from the outside world, security, love and comfort. Unexpected things can happen in life but one thing I know for sure is that the bed I sleep in today will be the same bed I’ll sleep in tomorrow, the roof thats over my head, will always be there to protect me. Spending time with my family and the little moments of joy spent together is what makes up a home. It is the backbone of growth and encouragement when the world outside becomes unbearable. No matter how difficult the problem is I know that my family is always going to be here to support and guide me through my hard times. Home is the ray of hope when everything seems to be tearing apart. At the end of a long tiring day, home is what provides comfort. It is my childhood, my memories all packed in together in one place. It is where I can be myself without feeling self-conscious or shy. I don’t have to keep my “happy” face on so people won’t know how stressed I am, I can be alone and cry, spend some quiet time and share my ups and downs with my family and get ready to be able to face my next challenge. I moved to the U.S. from Pakistan in 2010, left behind the place where I spent 13 years of my life. But I knew that I was not leaving my home because the physical structure is not home, it is the people, the love in our hearts and the memories that we share which makes up a home. Home to me is the unconditional love and support from my family. It’s the place to celebrate, rest and grieve together.