This Is Home

Home is a shelter. A place where I feel safe. Where I’m loved. Where I belong. The outside is just a shell, holding the inside together. But the inside is laughter, love, memories. Home is family playing games like Scrabble, Dutch Blitz, Snakes and ladders. It’s holding hands around the dinner table saying grace at Thanksgiving. In my home, there are pictures down the hallways, telling a story of what was and is. Road trips, friends, vacations. Home is not four walls and a roof, it's my family loving me and me loving them back. Home is memories: My little brother’s step, Opening presents Christmas morning, Sleepovers with friends. Home is my grandparent’s house next door, playing with my cousins. Home used to be Nairobi, Kenya for a year. Rosslyn academy, learning about God’s love And Truth for Everyone. Home is a quiet upstairs room with warm S U N L I G H T Streaming in through an open window. A slight breeze pushes into the room, bringing with it the smell of lilacs. Home is a shelter. A place where I feel safe. Where I’m loved. Where I belong.