Home is

I actually don't only have one home, I have two. It can be hard, tears are shed, and memories are made. Home is where my mom, my grandpa, my brothers, and my cats are, but home is also where my grandpa, my gramma, my dad, my dog (and still my brothers and cat) are. It’s where I feel safe. It’s where I know I have a warm bed to crawl into at night and wake up in the morning and have fresh food to eat. It’s where I kiss and cuddle my pets. It’s where I can listen to my music because nobody cares. Where I can cry without being judged and have arms to cry in. It’s where everyone’s opinion matters and we are all heard. It’s where there are no secrets, everything is out there. It’s where we can laugh, cry, and talk, or at least it’s how it should be.