My Heart Belongs Home

To me home means somewhere you can be yourself. Somewhere my hearts follows. Home is somewhere I feel loved. Home smells like my mom and I baking cookies on Christmas. It feels calm, happy, and warm. Home is memorable to me. Like when me and my family play board games. Home sound like birds chirping in the morning sunrise with a cold class of milk and the wind breezing in my face. I feel like I belong when I am home, my family is one of the main reason I can call where I live "home". Home feels like petting a unicorn, and brushing its beautiful rainbow hair. Home reminds me of my childhood that I am still living. Home taste like the fresh pizza my Nina makes. The sauce is bright, and the dough is cooked just right. My Nina makes me feel like I can eat peacefully at my home. Home is like seeing a rainbow for the first time, so welcoming so pretty, you will never find the end it just like home. The end.