My Feeling of Home

When I’m home, it feels like more than a structure to me. It is a place where I’m safe and warm, loved, and full in the stomach. Home is a place where chaotic things happen or nice loving things happen. Whether it's spending time playing games or cooking with my mom, I know I'm loved by my family. The big two words people get mixed up are home and house. A home is a place whether it’s building or not-where you are loved, taken care of, and sheltered. A house is a building where you live while paying bills or doing nothing with yourself or someone; it’s not as magical as a home. A home, to me, is a place where most of your needs are met whilst having joy and glee with no worry to flee. Hanging out with your family and doing whatever you love doing is what you should do in a home. Showing love to your family by doing a special thing for a special family. Doing chores even if they might bore you, to keep your home neat and tidy.