First and foremost the above picture is not my house nor my home, but boy howdy would I love it to be! So back to the question. My house is a home because it is where I feel safe and welcomed. My mom lives with me as well as 5 cats and a dog. Whenever I come home I am greeted by 1 person + 1 dog and well sometimes a random cat. But, when I am home I feel safe enough to change, get comfortable and just melt...
Grateful for my home and my family
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