Home is Where Love Lives

Home is where love lives. Home is not just a house, it's a feeling. It's not just walls and a roof over my head. Home is a giant hug wrapped around me, where my heart feels full. It' the sound of my dad singing while he cooks, the smell of my sister's cookies baking in the oven, and the twinkle in my mom's eyes when she tucks me into bed every night wishing me sweet dreams. Home is where I can laugh so hard, I can no longer stand, or cry when I'm feeling down and sad. Home is a no judgement zone, and I can simply be myself. Home is where the comforting support of my family keeps me warmer than any fire pit. Home is not perfect, but it's its imperfections that I love the most: my dad's funny dance moves, my brother's silly jokes and my sister's bathroom takeovers with unlimited Sephora products and crazy long showers. Home can be messy, and not always proper but home is where I can be myself and know that love will always be unconditional. Home is filled with memories in every room and every corner. Home is where the simplest thing means everything, like cuddling with my mom to watch a movie or holding my dad's hand when a storm is raging outside. To me, home is simply belonging. It doesn't matter where I am as long as we're together. That's what makes my home so special. Home is where my heart is.