Home: The Feeling of Something Good

Home will never be a place; it will always be about the people and the love that is shared between one another. That’s one thing that money can’t buy. My home is me; my home is mine. This place is where the memories occur, on every wall, on every couch, memories are made here. That is what home is for me. The sweet fragrant smell of Taylor Swift’s chai cookies, or even the musky scent that comes from my dogs. My home is tailor-made for me. That is my house. Everyone should be able to feel that feeling, that sensation. My home is me. My home is mine. At school, all I think about is getting home to see my family, walking the dog, watching television, and eating my mom's delicious home-cooked meals. I can dance in my underwear and sing Taylor Swift songs. It sounds like Heaven to me! My home is me. My home is mine. I am so thankful to have a roof over my head, no bugs crawling on me at night, and warm air to ensure I do not freeze. My home is the reason I am still here and ready to learn. My parents have always been there for me, and they always will be, but my house will keep me safe when they are no longer around. My home is me. My home is mine. I want peace and love in this world. If a war ever breaks out in Canada, I will be safe thanks to my home, my family, and my dogs. That is why I want to ensure that the less fortunate will also have a place to go. My home is me. Your home is you. Your home is yours: this world is ours.