Home isn’t just a house

My home is a place where the people I love are, a place where I feel respected and at ease, a place where I’m happy and joyful, and a place where I feel free from harm. No matter how worn, in my eyes, my home is beautiful. When I’m at home, it feels like I’m overflowing with love and laughter. My home is a place where I can be me, like my personality is dancing like no one is watching. For me, home is relaxing and comfortable, like I’m wrapped up in the fluffiest blanket in all humanity. No matter what, my home makes me feel safe, like an everlasting hug. My home isn’t just a house. It’s also in my yard. Warm summer days, cold winter mornings, I love being in my yard. The birds chirping. The horses’ tails swishing. The chickens bawking. The wheat rustling. The wind brushing my skin. It’s all super calming. So, my home isn’t just my house. It’s where my heart is. It has been so much fun writing and brainstorming this piece, Ava