A Home is a Blessing

A home is a place to live, thrive, and be freed from the restrictions of the world. My home is more than just wood, dry wall, nails, and roofing tiles, although that is the foundation of my house. It is full of personalized furniture, decorations, and feelings. I wake up earlier than my parents, and the bright sun light shines in my eyes as I open my blinds. Breakfast is on the way. When my mom wakes up, she starts working on waffles. I walk into the kitchen. I am finally changed out of my PJ’s. I scarf down my golden, fluffy, gridled bread, as I finish my morning. In the early afternoon, when the sun is high in the sky, I go to my friend’s home. Her home is similar to mine, yet so different. She has a small room, while mine is big. Her home has two stories, and mine has one. Although there are differences, we both have a house with love, memories, and comfort also known as a home. When I am home, the pictures on the wall, reflect the memories and past wonders of my life. From when we moved in, to the present day, my home has been my main comfort. The savory smell of pasta sauce boiling in a pot, signals to me that dinner is almost ready. As we eat my parents talk about politics, it’s boring. I finish my food and get a huge mound of ice cream. I like to play board games with my mom and dad. Today I am playing a strategy game called Cathedral with my dad. Finally, I close my eyes and drift of to sleep. Home is a place to love.