Georgia's meaning of home

Every home is different but here's how mine goes, first you open the door to a big and bright space to a kitchen with the memories of the last meal baked next into the living room where you can sit back and relax with a couch so comfy you can still see some little popcorn tracks next to the hallway with all the rooms all my roommates and even mine too! We don't share the same blood but me and you dont too we are all just a family even my dog too! My home is not giant but that means nothing to me. It's not about the beauty, it's not what I see, it's about my family. It's not about the colors that I shall see, it is about the warmth and the home cooked meals that I share with my family. Nothing matters when the love in my home gathers,me and my family sit at the table with a big platter and we love to chatter where our voices blend and our past does not matter. Home is where our moments are shared, they truly matter, home is where the skies seem brighter where every hug feels just a little tighter, through every storm and gentle weather home is where we come together. Not every home is quite the same but no matter where I go or where I came nothings like home nothing will ever feel the same. No matter how big, no matter how small, home is a place where you can cherish it all, where you can cry, where you can sigh, where you can be yourself even through the toughest of times.