Home

Home is different for everyone but there’s a couple things that stay the same in every house I see. It’s where I go after school, after a sleepover at my friend's house and finally feel perfectly safe, perfectly home. Home is a fluffy blanket that smells like my house. Home is every yummy dinner I’ve eat at the same dinner table since I was in a highchair and the same assigned place at the table. Home is a perfect cat purring by my feet and the sound of my family talking, it’s the chilly yet comforting breeze flowing through the air, and many cousins, aunts and uncles crowded in the living room. Home is love.