Meaning of Home

When I come home after school, I turn on the fireplace and lie down on the couch, I realize how lucky I am. A fresh meal is being cooked. My dog lies down beside me. I don’t have to worry about finding shelter or a bed because I have everything I would ever need. Firstly, coming in after being outside and feeling that wave of warmth hit me, there’s nothing like it. It’s sad to know that lots of people don’t get that privilege. Falling asleep while the heater hums it doesn’t get any better. Looking outside I feel warm. Secondly spending time playing pool with my family or on movie night is so much fun. My family comforts me when I have a tough day. My dog can sense if I’m feeling down, and he curls up beside and cheers me up. Home wouldn’t be home if I didn’t have family. Lastly sports, it may seem a bit weird, but three generations of my family connect over a bomber game. During the summer when I’m at the lake, every weekend we turn on the tv and start yelling at couch Oshee about the play call. It may not seem related to home, but it does for me. In conclusion I told you about three things that home means to me. Being born into a family with money and shelter, I know I can’t take it for granted.