This is where I live. It's home to me, my husband Johnny and our youngest son, Michael. To anyone else, it seems plain, but to us, it is a remarkable piece of evidence showing the end product of perseverance and hope. Without hope, this might have never been our home. Without perseverance, it may have never existed as it is. I hoped and I strived for a home. What is home? It is where you can come and be comfortably at ease. You do not have to "be" anything but yourself. I love coming here after being away. Just knowing that this place is waiting for me gives me great peace. I am sheltered here. I am warm. It beacons me to come and take refuge from a world outside its doors that is often unbearable. The words spoken by those who dwell here bring me peace and happiness. I have lived in many places, some much grander than this , some not so much. But, walls and brick don't mean anything without the people within their boundaries. My family makes this place a real home.
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