What My Home Feels Like to Me

When I step foot into my home a warm embrace takes over my body, like coffee filled with caramel. Though I see many other homes, mine sticks out like a hot pink dot on a black umbrella. Others see my home as floors, bricks and walls. I see it as my place to be safe, my place to feel welcome. We have pictures on our walls of memories we spent together: Me, my mom and dad. Then we have a room for cleansing and refreshing, a room for entertainment and fun, and rooms for resting and resetting. We have a washer and dryer to clean our clothes. We have a room to cook delicious foods for us to consume. I have a home and loving family and that’s all that truly matters. That is what home means to me.