My Cozy Space

A home to some is land, or a house, but to me, it’s my cozy space. A cozy space where I can write my own stories and I don’t get judged. A space where I can be myself, a space where I am understood. In my cozy space there is only 1 rule: Don’t be afraid to be who you are. Other than that, I am free to do anything. I let my imagination run wild! But my home, my cozy space, and me they’re all the same thing. My cozy space is mine, and for all the people I care about, my teachers, my friends, and most importantly, my family, even the ones who live in UAE or Saudi Arabia. They feel like they are all with me in my cozy space, and no one can take that away, not even a master criminal. My cozy space is precious, more precious than gold, or jewels. Those all run out, but the love for my cozy space and the people I care about never does. In my cozy space, I feel like I have a language of my own, in my decorations, my furniture, my toys, they all share something about me, something about my personality, something about my culture. My language is not a spoken language like English, French, or Arabic. It’s something I can feel. Something only I can understand. My language represents me: my love for Starwars, Harry Potter, writing, singing, dancing, talking, and art. All shown in one piece, and that piece is my language. But my home, my cozy space, my language, and me they’re all the same thing. Nobody but me knows my language, and I’m the only one who can teach it. My cozy space feels like a world, a world where every day is a new adventure, and that’s what I’m all about. Nothing can separate me from my world, nothing at all In my world, I can be myself. In my world, no one is like me, and no one is like each other. But of course, in our homes, we all have something alike: we are all special to our homes and our homes are special to us. My home is my cozy space and my cozy space is my world. A world where I am safe, valued, and loved just for who I am. But my home, my cozy space, my language, my world, and me they’re all the same thing. And no one can take that away from me. My cozy space is like my school. Not like a normal school, a school where we learn more about ourselves, where I learn about me. Reading Harry Potter at home taught me how much I love action packed stories, singing at home taught me that I should join choir at real school, watching Star Wars at home taught me how much fun scary movies are, and drawing at home taught me how to do art really well. I learn about myself in my school. And no one can take that away from me. But my home, my cozy space, my language, my school, and me they’re all the same thing: Where I belong. Where I am free. Where I can be myself, where I can be like me, and only me. But there's one thing about them that I just can’t explain, I just can’t find a word for it, every time it comes out of my mouth it sounds wrong. I just can’t find the word. No matter what I say, it sounds wrong. I’ve tried unique, love, peaceful, and active, but it never sounds right. My furniture, it’s always happy. My table is always ready to greet me every morning with breakfast ready, my alarm clock is always there for me in the morning with happy music to wake me up, my TV is always ready for me to turn on my favourite channels like Chibiverse, The Wizard Of Baking, and Dessert Teenypings, my toys are always there for me to play with,my books are always there to be opened so I can dive into a new adventure, and my couch is there for me to sit on and have fun. My home is where my beloved family is. My little brother may sometimes be annoying, but in reality, he’s a sweet person and I don’t want anything bad to happen to him. My dad may be scary when he’s mad, but I love him, I love the way he builds things and goes on adventures with me. My mom may lose her temper easily, but she is very forgiving and I trust her. I love my family just the way they are, and they love me just the way I am. My home is my cozy space, and my cozy space is my language, my world, and my school. My home is a valued space. And I hope you understand why.