A place of lift-off with emotions

Home to me is not just a nice structure from the outside, it also needs to be something on the inside. From a palace to just some bricks, a home can be anything but my home to me is just like Goldilocks and the three bears: It's not too big, not too small, it's just right. Most importantly, home is where my family is. Just like the special spot on the couch between my sisters on movie Fridays, I will always have a special place in my family. My sisters sitting beside my parents, sitting beside me form my beloved family. That family needs to live somewhere and that's where the word “house” comes in. I have a new house and I will always love it as much as my old house. My old house was filled with memories. Sometimes I think of my old house and get a little tickle: Some times of happiness and some times of sadness because I miss it but I am happy that I have a new and more spacious house. Times will come and go, and I might change my mind about my house but deep deep down I will always love it very much because it is part of me. My home means so much to me, a roof over my head, a safe place, a place to grow up in comfort and joy plus more. Home is me and home is free, so I trust it and the people and things that live inside. My home will always be there for me when I need it. Simply put, it feels even better than magic.