Home Is What You Make It

Home smells amazing with the delicious smell of food in the air. It reminds me of that scene in Spider Man: Into the Spider-Verse when Spider Pig floats in the air smelling something. Home feels wonderful and comfy. It's a safe place to feel loved. It's a place to be loved. Home is my happy place. My joy. My people. It is where I go to be myself. Home is you. Without you, home would be nothing. Home is like a ball of yarn. It may get tangled up, but you will always be able to unravel it. It just takes patience. It takes you. Home is just like you. It is you. It's yours. Home is like leftovers. You may not like it, but you must be grateful if you have it. So basically, what I'm trying to say is that what home means to me is a safe, comfortable place filled with people you love. It may not be perfect, but nothing is perfect. But it is home. And a home doesn't have to be a building. It can be anywhere that makes you happy. Like a friend's house or a store that you love. Or just a park on a warm day or anywhere really. Home is what you make it into. It's your home. Your choice. Your happiness. It's your creative mind that makes your home. You are perfect. Your home is what you choose it to be. It's yours. And it's perfect the way it is. No change is needed. Unless you want to change it. Like I said. Your home. Your choice. You choose. Because it's yours. The end <3 >. < By Raelynn or some people know me as Rae and I prefer to be called Rae