Home has watched me grow from a seed, to a tree.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Home isn’t just bricks and walls to me. Home is my friends, my family, and especially the person who has and will always be here by my side. Although home isn’t just friends and family, it’s also the small things: The way my blanket hugs me. The way the smell of magical cooking aroma comforts me, and the way my mom holds my hand. It means something to me, and it feels fantastic. And during the holidays, there's always that warm pang of joy in my heart. On Christmas the warm lighting of the light makes it feel a little more festive somehow. On Halloween my family is always there to walk along the streets with me while holding my hand. On Easter my mom will always set up a treasure hunt for me. On Thanksgiving the crispy turkey grease shines in the light while we all take a piece. And I learn so much with my family. How my sisters tell me manners, how they taught me how to be kind, how to tie my shoes, and the fact they taught me how to be happy in tough times, and supported me with compliments. And something I appreciate most about my home, my friends, my family, mutual friends? They support me on my journey of discovering my talents! It feels like I carry home everywhere with me, the local park I go to, a morning walk, I feel safe everywhere if I know my home is nearby. And I cannot express my love for my family and friends, my home, it honestly breaks the scale of love. Everyone I consider as part of my family feels like they are a giant part of my heart. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆🌱