My Memorable Home

Home. I'd like to tell you about my home. Home is a cozy, warm place. The place where I feel welcomed, and not judged. The home that means the best to me. First When I enter my home I smell a warm chocolate smell from the kitchen. The type of smell of fresh chocolate chip cookies, with love from my mom. Before I go past the kitchen, I put my coat in the closet, with all the gear so I stay alive in the crazy blizzards. When I go past my kitchen, I walk to the living room, the living room with tons of memories. All the memories of being beside my family watching a movie together. Hearing the fresh sound of popping popcorn from the kitchen. While I eat my buttery popcorn, I hear the movie get louder in my ears. I get more comfortable with all the pillows and blankets all weighing me down. When the movie is done I go into my room, the room that I share with my sister. While I wait for her to get to bed, I get more cozy with my blankets and stuffed animals beside me. When I get hungry I go to my parents room. However, I go in as quietly as I can. I go to the freezer, that’s filled with ice cream I can snack on forever. Finally is my other sister's room, the type of room that she goes in for hours and barely comes out. The room that I barely go into, by being too terrified to get yelled at by her. This is my home, the type of home I would be terrified to leave behind. The home that I was in my entire life, filled with memories, love, and care. That’s my home that I will care about forever, and I will never forget about it.