The feeling of home

Home to me is coming out of my messy room to the aroma of freshly baked cookies. Home feels cluttered, but not too cluttered because love doesn't take up much room. Home is the warm feeling of always having a safe space to come home to at the end of a stressful day. Home is my mom coming home from work, chatting about the hospital, and remembering patients weather they were in her care for 3 minutes or 3 hours. Home is the refrigerator lights at 12 am and the soft “hmm” wondering what to snack on. Home is waking up to the muffled clickety clack of keyboard keys at early dawn. Home is going on a wild goose chase to find my dad to ask him something.