Crickle, crackle

Crickle, crackle, crickle, crackle, the aroma of the fire fills the room. Nuzzled in a blanket you read a book with chapters on end. Where are you? A place where you feel safe is where you are. A place where you can have heat but also feel cold when you need to. A place where you could have a roof over your head. A place that you can call home. My home is a special place for me because I feel loved and safe. I feel safe enough to be able to go to sleep at night and not wonder, is it the last? I feel safe enough to be able to be myself and let creativity flow. I love my home because home is where I can relax after a long day, and where I can be myself. I love my home because I have my pets, my family, and a safety that I could not have anywhere else. Home is where love is always there, and I can have support. Home is where the heart is. For me, home is not just a place with a roof, or else I would have multiple homes. For me, home is where I have my family. My friends. My loving pets. That is what home is for me. Some people don’t have a house, but even they still have a home. That is what the magic of home is. Home isn’t one place; it’s not two. It’s where you feel safe, and for me, that’s all I need. So, thank you for reading.