Home

Home is where I feel my dog's tongue grazing up my face as I sit on the couch. It is where I feel tired on a Monday morning. It is where I feel excited to see my dogs running to see me. It is where I can feel my blanket wrapped around me. Home is where I hear both of my dogs barking as soon as somebody opens the door. It is where I hear music in my headset as I lie in bed. It is where I hear my mom blasting music on Alexa while making breakfast. It is where I hear my mom calling up saying dinner is ready. Home is where I see a perfectly lit fire at exactly 250 degrees. It is where I see my cat wanting to come in after a long cold day. It is where I see the sun shining in my window at 7:00 in the morning. Home is where I smell burnt broccoli for dinner. It is where I smell fresh clothes from the dryer. It is where I smell the same scent from my dog when he was just a puppy. Home is where I feel the railing as I rush down the stairs for dinner. It is where I touch my dog, and cat’s fluffy fur. Home is where I taste fresh steak made by my stepdad. It is where I taste cupcakes from the supermarket “Zehrs.” It is where I taste my grandma’s famous peanut butter and jam sandwich. All these things might make my home, but the number one thing that makes my home is the love that my family and I put into it.