We love the comfort of our home. We feel safe and valued at home with our family around us. After we come home from a trip, the comforts of home await us. Home is our happy place where we can relax and unwind after hard work.
Home awaits the return of the young soldier who has gone to war. His parents, wife, and kids welcome him home with open arms, hugs, and kisses. He feels safe and loved once again in the comfort of his home and family. He can sleep in his favorite recliner or watch a game on TV. Friends come over, have a cookout, and share their corner of the World.
The college student is happy to return home on Holidays to get together with family and friends. He enjoys eating his Mothers home cooked meals once again. He goes to sleep in his old familiar room and bed. His old toys and possessions are precisely what he left in his room. We love a home where everything is friendly and welcoming.
We always want to return home because of all the memories that our home has for us. We remember family gatherings with our Grandparents. We always loved Grandma’s homemade pies, cookies, jello, cakes, etc. Grandpa always had fresh wintergreen mints for me to eat, which I loved. Grandma would always have a red jello with cut bananas ready for us to enjoy every Sunday of the week.
We come home to die when we are old. We feel comfort in our hometown and our family church. We want to be buried in our hometown cemetery. We want the minister of our family church to take care of our funeral service once we have passed away. We want our family and friends at our funeral service. We will live in our heavenly home with God and his Angels when we leave. Home is always there for us.
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