The Meaning of Home

Home is a wonderful place to be. I see my dog playing in the backyard. As I hear him barking, I sense that he is having lots of fun playing with the frisbee. I hear my sister and my mom playing cards. As they are shuffling the deck, I hear it cracking. I smell the runny eggs cooking on my mom's griddle. I hear my dad raging about calls in a football or hockey game. I can see the beautiful mountain tops scraping the sun set. I touch my dog's soggy fur after he has been out in the freezing wind and rain. Home feels like my warm comfortable blanket and I feel the love that is given to me. Home tastes like the idea of someone cooking dinner on the steaming burner. I see the sparkling ocean on a clear sunny day. That is what home means to me.