Home

Home is a place of comfort, it’s a place to take a break if it’s to loud or overwhelming, sometimes in public I feel tiny and like I can’t do anything, but when I get home I feel comfortable and sane, it’s a place to feel safe when you clean, need comfort or even feel safe sleeping. Home is a place to be a kid, I like to act like a child around my house, although I still am still sort of mature in my house, I let all of my troubles past me and be a kid again, maybe even run after an ice-cream truck or watch childhood movies, scary movies or movies for kids. Home is a place to be myself, it’s a place to take a break and act like myself for once, the emotions and actions that i would actually want to feel joy, hope, and pride, i want indulge in activities i would actually like, some examples are running, walking to places and working out. Leaving home can also sometimes be scary, you can worry about someone stealing or breaking stuff, your house getting set on fire, but after you get back it’s totally fine, another reason it’s scary is because you’re going into a new, unknown place hopefully not getting pulled to the side by someone random and talk to people you don’t know or trust, but at the end it’s gonna be ok. And finally I’m gonna tell you about my home, I have 1 dad and 1 sister living in my house, my room so far is my comfort zone, sometimes I let my cats in my room and play with them. I have 4 pets, 1 dog and 3 cats. I love my house because it’s a very huge comfort and i get to do fun stuff.