Why My Home is Special to Me

When I walk through the door of my home, I never, not once, feel a little bit alone. I always feel safe and great, but most importantly I feel loved. I am loved by my parents, my friends and my family and that is why home is so special to me. Even if I move from home to home, I will still never ever feel alone. When I feel down or stressed I can always go upstairs and lie down on my comfy bed. When I feel happy and rappy, I can sing to the top of my lungs and no one will even care. I can be free in my home, as well as being me. For me, I am lucky as I have a nice house but that is not why home is so special to me. It does not matter if my home is large or small, In fact, it matters nothing at all. Every home in the world has a different frame. even if they look the same, because it is the love and care that each and every one of us put in, in a different way. That love we put in is not the floors or the ceiling, It is the feeling. For me, the feeling of home is the stacks and stacks of books I have in my own room that bloom and bloom with new stories. Sometimes it is the snuggles I get from my mom that are warmer than sweaters in the sun. But whatever it is, it is always special. They are the memories I will always remember, in the past, the present and the future and those memories will never ever be failures. Home is where I learned all the things I do, like play. Home is also where I bake and home is where I will always want to stay when I go to sleep and when I wake. This is the last sentence I will say because I am running out of days, but home is the most gifted thing we ever get, That lots of time we take for granted. Just remember for the rest of your life, It doesn't matter if your home is an apartment, a house or even a mansion. It's all about affection. A home is a home and it always will be, It’s a place where you can always be you, and I can always be me!