My Home Is a Feeling

Home is not a place to me; it's a feeling that makes me happy! Where I belong without trying, it is where I feel safe, where my family is. My house is the best, but it doesn't compare to my home. My home keeps me safe from everything that I worry about. Because my home is a feeling. Home is where my family is. Where I can sit down in front of the fireplace, feeling all cozy and playing cards with them. It’s where my siblings run through the halls yelling for no reason. Home is where I can connect with my family and feel loved. My house is just where we stay but my home is where my family is. Home is where my worries disappear, and that can be anywhere. I feel light as a feather slowly drifting. I can lay down and forget the bad days and rest, with my parents to comfort me. My siblings will make me laugh, making hilarious faces cheering me up. Here all the troubles in the world disappear without a trace. Home is where I am secure, my own safehouse. Like a safe, which only my family and I have the key to. The walls are indestructible even though they are invisible. If I could see them they would be golden, glowing with love and hope. Fragile yet strong. My home is like a safe, it stands tall through everything. That’s why home is not a place or building. It’s a feeling that’s unique for each individual person. It’s my safe place. It can be anywhere, it is always with me. It makes me feel safe, happy, and loved. That is why my home is a feeling.