What home means to me

Waking up to your cat licking your face, shooting pucks on a cold winter morning, walking in the door after playing outside for hours and thinking yes we're having pizza. Home is a safe place, home is a cozy place, a happy place, a loving place. I see my cat batting at the hockey players on the tv. I hear music playing while I eat supper. I smell the smell of my favorite cookies. I touch the last piece of a puzzle. I taste hot dogs in the summer. That's what home means to me.