My Home is my Heart

A home is not just bricks, walls, and floors. A home is a place that makes me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. It is a familiar place that I make a lifetime of special memories in. It is where I celebrate my family and my friends. Most importantly it is my safe place full of laughter and joy where I can be me, and nobody will judge. Home gives me a cozy feeling. When I walk into my home, I see my sister on the couch in the family room reading a book, I smell the delicious food my parents are cooking, I hear my puppies high pitch bark, and I feel that I have been shielded and sheltered from the world around me and brought into a comforting place that welcomes me in. After I have had a bad day, my home is always there, acting as a warm hug. All the stories my mom tells me about when I was little happened in my home. The pictures on the wall and the photo books were all memories of different chapters of my life. My home is not just a building, it is a place that I can rely on whether I'm sad, happy , excited, angry, or feeling any emotion. On every page of the chapters in my life, my home is always there for me as a sanctuary that holds me and nurtures me throughout my life. When I look back, my home is always there for me. My home is a part of me and the people inside are what makes my house a real home!