What Home Means to Me

Home is… Cozy like the sun on a crystal lake. It’s a safe spot for my wildest dreams and crazy thoughts. At home it’s always a party in the kitchen, Especially when moms cooking up a storm. I feel at ease knowing that my sweet cats are waiting for me. Home smells… Like candles that seem to never burn out. It’s a force to be reckoned with. I smell the bonfires that my neighbour’s make. Home is when your eyes shut, and you just dream. Home means… Going back to Quispamsis and seeing my family. It’s eating my aunt's molasses cookies, And petting my grandma's cats. Home is going back to the big colourful park. Home to me is… A mountain top in the shining sun. It feels that a giant blanket is wrapped around me in a hug. Home feels like a steamy mug of hot chocolate.