There is no place like home.

There is no place like home. My home is special to me. Everyday when I come home from school my parents greet me. My home is very special to me because of the memories. Whenever I go away for vacation I get a little sad. I get a little sad because everything is different. The sounds are different,The textures,what I see and the smell. Everything is just too different. When I get home I feel safe and comfy again. When I go to bed I think about if I will ever move away from my home and how I would feel. Every Friday night me and my family would have fun in my home. We would laugh and play games in my home. At the end we would all go to our beds. I really hope that I won’t move away from home.