A Warmth of Love

I think a home is not a roof over your head not a place and not a building either. It's more like a personality maker. You grew up with one, and in it.It's somewhere where you can be loved and be yourself. What I personally mean is that from this home you got your memories and from those you will never achieve this priority because memories are unique and mostly unsellable.The fun moments you have gotten around your life and memories cannot be forgotten or sold.A home could be any house but a house can't be any home.Your home is a feeling of being safe and being loved. Family making you laugh and friends coming over. A home is where movie nights with parents and siblings happen and when getting comfortable in your pj's and getting a little snack in the kitchen. A home is like a cup of water and the memories are in the water that the cup holds without leaking.Also that sweet feeling of mine every day in the afternoon, coming back from school and the smell of dinner my dad cooked.That light breeze when you open the living room window. The feeling of waking up in the morning of a warm fresh bed. The feeling of your mom making you pancakes for breakfast. The feeling of going outside to play in the snow with your siblings and cousins. The thought of going to jump with excitement on your parent's bed to wake them up on your birthday. All that to say you can always let go to your house, but you will always hold on tight to your home.