Home Sweet Home

Home is where we make memories, make mistakes, hang out with friends and family. We like to have big family dinners, like Thanksgiving turkey dinner. Home is not always your house. Your home can be a sport, a friend's house, camp, or even a friend. We all have a very unique family. All families brings something different to their family. I love my house and family so much. My definition for home is my friend Rachael. Every time I see her I couldn't be any happier. She makes me forget any sad moments and helps me move forward. I don't have a little sister so she is like a little sister to me. People even think we're sisters. We have a lot of jokes and nicknames like Pookie or Rookie. I adore her like a sister. Our unforgettable memories are the best, like when we went out for breakfast or when we went skating and fell together. Or when we hid in the back of her mom's car like we got kidnapped but started dying laughing. She is my purple person. That means she is the person you meet and instantly click with. She’s the sweetest most generous person I’ve ever laid eyes on. She walked into my life like she’s always lived here. Like my heart was built for her, she inspires me. Having her in my presence brings out the best version of me. The fun playful side of the real us. She makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. Her presence is burned into my soul forever. She makes it feel like home when I am with her.