Home Is A Feeling

Home is where the story begins, my family fighting over candy laughing and having fun. My dog laying down waiting for someone to pet him. Home is where strength is built piece by piece. The taste of morning greasy bacon and scrambled eggs. The feel of warm hugs lightly putting you to sleep. The smell of fresh air going through the large front door as it opens wide. The taste of warm fresh steak going into your mouth. The memories of fighting or arguing with my annoying sibling. Watching movies with sweet, buttered popcorn. The basement full of weights and hockey sticks. The sounds of dogs barking left and right and sisters screaming. On Christmas the looks of presents scattered across the floor and the snow on the green wet grass outside. The taste of desert after eating dinner. The feeling of falling asleep in the smooth comfy bed. Home is not a place it’s a feeling, home reminds me of hugs and snuggles or even just talking with your parents about feelings. The looks of everyone looking at least 1 device the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies. The sound of deer running across the banged-up road. The smell of flowers has you go into the kitchen. The memories of going outside on my smooth outdoor rink. The memories of running looking for Easter eggs on Easter or running house to house getting candy on Halloween. Home is where the heart lives.