This Is Home
This Is Home
UGH!!! I say as I drop my book bag on the floor. How was your day? Says mom as I sit on the couch? It was good. Aren’t I so lucky to be able to come home to a loving family and beautiful home? I wish everybody had a home to come home to. I can’t even imagine not having a home to come home to. When I think of home I see my dad working out in the garage ,mom in the kitchen and me and my sister outside playing .What do you see when you think of home?
Home to me is the one place where I know that I am safe and 5hat no one is going to judge me. This is the place where my heart is. It doesn’t matter if you live in an apartment, condo or a house, home is home and no one will change that.
It doesn’t matter if your home is big or small, fancy or not it is your home and you love it. If you are rich or poor your home will still be there when you are about to fall apart or feel like you are going to die your home is there for your comfort. This is the place where you are allowed to let it all out.
My home is a place I go to feel safe, be me and to relax. Home is where friends and family get together to have a delicious meal and to spend time with each other and enjoy each other’s company and just have fun. Happiness and laughter is what makes home a great place to be.