A Place Just for Me

Home isn’t just a structure it’s a feeling like, waking up to hear my alarm when the day starts then. When I come home I hear my family greet me as I step through the door, hearing all the chatter of my family when I step through the door. When it’s dinner and I’m smelling the home cooked meals filling the air it’s like I can I can feel my ancestors around the room it’s the filling aroma from all the wonderful food that my family makes. When I’m going to bed and feeling the covers touch my hands it’s like the dreams just start appearing in my head drifting to sleep. It’s holiday season and I go to my grandma’s house for Christmas or thanksgiving at Christmas time I go to my grandma’s house and when it’s time to eat we gather around the table, after we finish eating I’m anxiously waiting to open gifts and have more fun than ever sometimes it’s like the fun never stops. When I go home to sleep in my head it’s like I’m drifting until I wake up. At certain times I feel different things like if I’m hurt I don’t want my family to worry about me so I hold it in to looks strong but then with all the built up emotion I can’t hold it in and I kind of just let it out I like to feel comforted and safe. In my own home I like to feel strong, safe, and alone in my own home it’s really where no one else could ever roam.