My Home

I had a home that I had lived in for a long time then I found out we were moving. When we got to the new house it felt empty and unfamiliar. Over time I got more used to it and the empty house turned into a place full of fun and memories. In my opinion every room in my house is special. My living room is special because when both my parents are home and ready we will all sit down and pick a fun movie to watch. I think it's nice that my family and I get to spend that time together. I also think that my living room is special because that's where we put up our Christmas tree for Christmas. My kitchen is special because when I wake up it's where me, my mom, dad, brother, and sister eat breakfast together in the morning. The kitchen is also where we will talk, laugh and eat dinner together at the end of the day. I like my bedroom the most because it's where I have my own space. There's usually some toys skaterd around the room and some art supplies. I also love to read graphic novels. I have a book shelf that is full of them, each book is like an exciting adventure. The toys in my room are also special; they each hold some memory of their own like there's a big giraffe stuffy that I got when I was five even though I am older I still am very fond of it. Sometimes my parents say that I have too many toys and we should donate some. I usually agree but in the end they can't find a single toy that I will let them take. So home to me isn't just a building or a structure that covers me from rain. My home is my safe place where I can come back to after a long day, where me and my family can laugh together but most importantly it's where I have lots of people who love me.