Perfectly imperfect

My home is not perfect but. My home is where I feel safe, where I feel welcome, where my family is. It is more than just a house built with wood and bricks, it is where we make memories everyday and have fun. It is where my sister sings till no one can take it anymore. It is loud and chaotic, everything but perfect. Home is where you learn new things, try new things and just be you. I love to be busy and have fun but it can not always be that way, like a fairy tale. There are sad days and bad days, but we get through it together with love and happy thoughts. Home is cozy on cold days and my dog is always there. He likes to sit on top of me but I love him so much. In the summer we spend most of our time in the backyard near the pool, even though I got my pool recently, I was always outside when I was younger too, I had a playground in my yard with a big yellow slide, two swings and a rock wall. My home is where I have spent my whole life. Home is where we can live, love and laugh together. My family can be annoying sometimes but I love my family more than anything. Home is where my heart is.