Meaning of Home

Home. If home were a smell it would be my moms traditional freshly baked pasta that made our mouths water just by looking at it while the smell filled the room. If home were a sound it would be the voices of my family singing songs around the table on special events while laughing our hearts out. If home were a sight it would be a cozy night with the sound of the water crashing with the view of a pink orangey sunset that is comforting. If home were a taste it would be the cold snow melting on your tongue on a snowy evening. If home were a touch it would be the soft comforting fur of my dog while he wakes me up with kisses. I'm so grateful to have such an amazing home to come to everyday. I'm so grateful to be able to call my home, home. To me home is a place where memories are made. Home is peace and arguments that always find a way to get solved. Home is a place where we can act ourselves and we know no one would judge each other. I hope everyone can have an amazing home like mine.