MY HOME

My home is not just a house. It's not a place where I sleep,eat or play. It's my home. My home is a place where I have fun,get loved and have the best time ever. The late nights where we are all on the couch laughing and playing games. Or when we go out on my deck to watch the stars and talk. Everyday, when I wake up I always have a beautiful,loving,supportive family always there for me. Sometimes when I am falling asleep my dad always used to tell me “when you can't fall asleep think of the memories you love.” So I lay there thinking of laughing,watching funny videos,movie nights and even when we all go fourwheeling. Every night I am just so thankful for the food,bed,roof, and most importantly a loving, sweet, kind, family. I was watching my whole life go away. In someone's car. My couch.. We sold it,my whole life.All the christmas we spent,the photos,cuddled up on a late night.I watched it drive away.. My new couch doesn't feel like home but I know it will eventually.Everywhere else I'm uncomfortable but at my house I'm the best version of myself.Under all the rushing in the morning for school and all the tangled knots is a loving, always supporting family.