Home

Home looks like my dogs and I cuddling on the couch waiting for our dinner that I am forced to share. Home feels like returning after a cold day to a warm environment as I cuddle up in my fuzzy blanket making me feel safe, like nothing can hurt me. Home smells like the fresh scent of all different types of plants that my Grandma places in the garden at spring. Home sounds like the “murder mystery” running on my Grandma’s TV everyday when I return home from a rough or wonderful day at school. Home tastes like fresh baked goods such as muffins or cookies that are warm to the touch and crumble easily in my mouth.