Home

Home is like a batch of hot brownies. It's warm and it comforts me when I am sad. Home is not a place, it's a feeling. It’s a nice cool breeze on a hot summer day. Home is a place to sit down and know that I fit in. It’s fun to have two homes. It's like a new adventure awaits every time I visit. Sometimes it’s a little bit difrent at each home. One of my home isn't even a hows it’s an apartment but I still like it and I still call it home. It’s a sign telling me not to give up. It’s a shield protecting me from bad feelings. It’s a hot oven in a cold frosty winter.