when i hear the word home i dont think of a brick house or the furniture that lie inside i think of my sisters and my mom i think of my cat waiting behind the door i think of poem book in my purse i think of my best friend i think of my young renegade jacket i think of my collection of concert tickets when i think of home i think of the people and things that make me happiest i think of the things that connect to my favorite memories i connect home to comfort and happiness i dont connect it with brick walls and broken furniture it may bring safety but it doesnt bring me joy and home to me means joy