A Journey Through My Home

“I’m home!” I yelled in excitement after a long and tiring day. I ran to the dinner table, seeing a warm bowl of pasta waiting for me. The delightful aroma wafted from the kitchen, where all the delicious food was prepared. "That was delicious!” I said. This is my kitchen. It's where I eat, and where my mom cooks all sorts of treats and meals for me and my sisters. ”Time to take a nice hot, steaming shower,” I murmured on my way upstairs. This is my bathroom. It's where all my essentials belong, and it makes me feel good to take a warm shower after a long, snowy day. That's why I really like my bathroom. “Ahhh,” I sighed as I plopped myself onto my soft, squishy, cloud-like bed. “This is my bedroom,” I say, walking around and showing you all the precious and colorful things that make me feel at home. I hear my footsteps tapping excitedly as I rush downstairs, ready to play the piano. This is my piano room. It's quite small, but I enjoy it a lot. This room is the most special to me because, when I am sad, I can hear the light taps on the keys as I press each one under the warm, beaming sun. “This is what we call home,” I sighed and said. After a while of playing, I rushed back upstairs to my room where I bundled myself up with my warm, fluffy blanket. This is my home.