Happy Home

Home is not a house it is something you can feel. A home can be anywhere. At the end of a hard frustrating day my mom asks how my day was. It comforts me. It makes me feel at home. Home has a special smell, no two homes are the same. Pictures aren't for decoration, they remind me of memories. That's what brings my home to life. When my fireplace is on I don't just feel warm my home gets the exact same feeling. Home to me is like a loyal friend. It's there for you either happy or sad, angry or mad. Home is also like a part of my family. In my home I hear friendly playing, loud arguing, and nonstop chattering. It makes me feel at home. When I go on vacation I do not feel at home. The special smell is different, the types of food I taste are different, the place is different. I do not feel at home without my real home. I miss my comfortable bed, and my soft and cushy bean bag chair. When I get home the first thing I do is go straight to my soft bean bag chair and read a good book. I feel much more relaxed when I am actually home.