Home

The place you sleep, the place you dream. The place you rest, the place you live. The place your soul will forever rest with your family tree. To me, home can mean anything. The beautiful tree in your front yard, the smell of tree sap, fresh from nature. The fresh air, the Earth, anywhere, really. It can also mean where your loved ones are. It can mean that sweet, warm and soft blanket on your bed, the smell of fresh eggs and toast, bacon maybe. It can also mean the comforting smell of freshly cut grass. Even the nostalgia, bringing back good memories once you get back from a long day of school. Maybe you have a pet? That’s a possibility. Your family and friends will always support you there, you can be yourself, you can be yourself anywhere. If you are afraid of that, you’ll get used to it. Home is made of memories, ones that can't be broken. Even if you don’t have good memories at home, they go away because of home’s comfort. Your family is there, always will be.