Home Sweet Home

Home isn’t just walls, home is walls filled with memories. Home is where you are loved until you think you can’t take anymore love. Home is where you smell your favorite food you always eat too much of. Home is where you smell the fresh sent of laundry. I have always wondered why each home has its very own distinct smell. Is it because of their laundry scent? Or perfume they use? I feel like each home has its signature scent and that’s how I can tell whose it is. Home is where I hear the familiar sound of my brother talking to his friends on his video game. Home is where I hear my dog whining at the door when I get home. Home is where I hear my family’s highs, lows, and buffaloes at dinner. It sounds really cringey and I act like I hate it and all but it’s kind of fun. I get to hear the best thing about their days, worst and a thing that surprised them. Home is where you feel the smooth kitchen table. Home is where you feel your body sink into your mattress. The feeling of getting into bed after a tough day is the best feeling ever, especially after you make your bed that morning. Home is where you see all of your family in your living room smiling, laughing, eating and most of all loving each other in your cozy home. That’s why I’m supporting Habitat for Humanity, so everyone has a home to love in.