What a home means to me ♥️

When I pull up to my home or pass it, I think to myself that it is my home, and I belong here. When I am on a walk I know how to get home. My home, it's in my heart. When I walk into my home, I feel like collapsing in its arms. When I go upstairs and into my room, I fall into my bed, and it feels like a cloud. When I wake up, I go downstairs, and sit on the couch, in my blanket, I feel so warm and comfortable. When I leave for school, I can't wait to come home and be in my comfy, cozy home. It doesn't matter if your home is big or small, If your home is an apartment or a trailer. But as long as your home is loving and warm, It is always your home no matter what.