My Meaning of Home

My home is my safe place. Whenever I'm sad, frustrated, dejected or angry, I think of home; the warm lovely place I feel my best at. Sometimes home has not always been the most enjoyable place, but I try not to remember those times. I try to focus on the good memories that have been held in our walls, to always think back on. I enjoy my house because I don't feel discouraged, lonely or depressed. Instead I feel encouraged and brave and just plain happy. Sometimes when I'm down I go to my room, sit on my bed and pet my cats. I love when my cats snuggle up with me and when they do, I feel a warm tingly feeling spread through my body as their purrs, like music, flow through my ears and into my heart. When I wake up in the morning, my mom is always baking something. Sometimes she will make cookies and the smell would flow through the house like wind, Or sometimes she will cook bacon and when I listen the cooking noises sound like rain on a cold, yet magical night. Overall, The meaning of home in my opinion is the best feeling I will ever experience in my whole entire life.