Home is the place I belong

Home is not just walls and a roof, home is a feeling inside of you. You may move from time to time, but my home will always be mine. When my cat jumps on my lap and snuggles up to take a little nap, I know home will always be the place I love the most, because it is always the host, of the things I love the most. When I come home from school and see the snacks on the table that always makes me drool, I know home will never be beat, by anything that lies by my feet. Home is where I’ll feel loved, and nothing can ever come above. Home is where I eat home cooked meals, and it’s always the place where it feels, happy and joyful as it ever could, because it is the place where I feel understood. Home is the place where I can finally rest, after I had a big math test. It is the place where I’ll have sweet dreams, of pretty rainbows that shoot pretty beams. Home is where I feel happy, sad, mad and glad, but I live with my family forever and ever, but with them at least I will be happy together.