What My Home Means To Me

When I go to someone's home they feel great and at home but I feel nervous like it's not my home. My home to me feels like I can fly, like there is nothing to be afraid of. There is loving people (and pets) that love me for who I am. My home smells like cookies and pets. I can't even find any words that describe my home and what it feels like. I am so grateful for my family and my pets, I would not want it any other way. When I have a family I want it to be the same, a big loving family and pets. After school when I get home it feels like I am alive again. Sometimes when I have a really close friend I can feel a little at home but not as much as my actual home. Nothing can feel like your home. Sometimes when I see people on the street I think that I am so lucky to have a home and pets and food to eat. I wish that every homeless person had a home like mine. You do not need to be rich to have an amazing home. Me and my family do not have a lot of money but we have enough. When I look outside I see birds and trees. It's such a beautiful place for me and my family. The birds outside get fed by me too. There are chickadees, blue jays and crows. I never want it to be any different. My life is perfect.