Why I love my Home

The meaning of home to me is family and loved ones. I feel safe and welcomed when I walk through the door, I'm so lucky I have a roof over my head. When I think of home, I think of my family and pets being safe. I think of baked goods and delicious home cooked meals and sometimes I think of people that don't have homes and how lucky I am to have what I have. Home is my comfy place, my place where I can relax and let my feelings out. I love how I can walk in through the door and my family greets me there, it's like my own personal fashion show like walking the runway and all my fans are there to greet me and say hello or welcome back. But most of all I don’t think of my home as something I live in, I think of it as my family and friends it doesn't really matter if I'm under a roof or not I feel like family is my home. I think of my bed my own room my own laptop to do schoolwork on and my own iPad. So next time if you're feeling sad remember of what you have and all the memories you have from your home. Thank you for listening to my meaning of home writing,