A meaning of home

Home is like a feeling I feel loved I belong Home is where arms embrace me Home is late night charcuterie board parties With friendly neighbours Home isn’t where I am It’s who I’m with Home is where I float To my front door To freshly baked goods And chicken roast for dinner Home is where I tightly clutch my moms hand While crossing wide streets and While taking long hikes Home is a cup of hot apple cider on a cold day Home is where I make magical memories Home isn’t always perfect Like those super fancy super stars on tv But it’s a feeling we all have