My Home Is My Place

Home is where I belong because home is where I am understood and where I can be my true self. My home makes me feel comfortable and warm. Home is a familiar place filled with familiar memories, like when you're baking and you forget the eggs, but you didn't feel embarrassed, you didn’t feel sad or mad, you felt laughter, so what, you made a mistake. Home is where you learn from your mistakes. Home is where you learn and grow up . You see that living room, that's where you took your first steps. You see that bunkbed in your room, that's where you fell asleep while your parents were reading you your favorite story. But most importantly you see those stairs. That's where you and your siblings raced down the stairs to see your parents who just got home after working very hard. When I walk into my home I see my bunny sleeping softly in her cage. I see my dog running from the living room coming to greet me. I also see my sister Alexis doing her homework on the couch and my other sister, Oliva going to call her best friends. Then I smell and see a candle burning. Outside the window I see my dad doing some yardwork in the backyard , then I see my mom getting ready to start making a delicious dinner. As we all gather round the table we talk about our day, I hear jokes and laughs until the end of dinner. Then we all clean up and my dad does the dishes. Then we all say goodnight. Home isn't just a building, it's where love is! Sincerely , Ashley