My Special Place

Home, a place I love, a place I am myself, not a building, not a place on a map but a place in my heart. When I’m home I’m sad, happy, loved, cared for. I don’t have to be perfect or happy, I can just be me. It feels like floating on clouds. Home smells like candles and clean washed clothes. My home is my whole life, my whole world. My home is the icing to my cupcake, I am nothing without my home. No matter how hard I try I can’t explain how much I love my home. Home to me looks like a big heart that is calling my name. I love christmas morning just waiting for all of the presents to be opened that are under the christmas tree it fills me with joy. I love my birthday, I'm around my family and that is what makes me happy being around my family and that is because they are the best. They are my home.