What home means to me

Home is a place where you feel safe, cozy, happy, and joyful. Home is where you can talk to the people you love and adore. Home is my dad’s chocolate chip cookies, mashed potatoes, and my grandma Joyce’s homemade apple pie. Home is when I come downstairs to the sound of my family laughing and the smell of homemade pancakes on a Saturday morning. Having two different homes doesn’t mean that I compare them; they each hold special places in my heart. Although, I don’t always like having two homes, I know it’s for the best. I love both of my homes equally. Home is where my heart is and always will be.