My Home

My Home My home looks cozy on the outside, it’s a dark brown. On the outside of my door and garage, it's a soft beige. It gives a warm feeling on the outside, but when you walk inside, it looks snowy, blue, and modern, the complete opposite of the outside. When I walk around my house it’s filled with memories. Photos on the walls of memories and artifacts That represents me and my family. Kinda like a family album. Safe place My safe place is mostly my bedroom I can be myself without anyone judging or looking at me in a weird way. If I'm feeling unwell or uncomfortable, my room is always there for me. If I'm crying, I'll put my head on my pillow. When I lay on my bed, it felt like I was in a cloud of my thoughts. Good things and bad things. . Starting over. People can have ups and downs, losing homes in a house fire and multiple other horrible situations. Memories are lost, and a lot of other things. That's when everything starts over. My life isn’t perfect either. I’m so grateful to have a roof over my head. But not everyone has a roof over their head. No one deserves to be on the streets or even be starving. At the end of the day. Your family is always there for you, anywhere, at any time. They will help you when you're struggling. They will always push you only because they want the best for you. Where your family is, where you are safe and comfortable, That is what my home is to me. It’s a safe, warm, cozy, roof over my head place that represents me.