Home

I know I’m home when I hear my dogs jumping upon the back door. Home isn’t just a place; it’s a feeling of comfort and safety. I never fear when I’m at home because all the bad things go away as soon as I stumble across my threshold. I feel that home is a force field blocking anything bad happening. Home is a place where I’m cared for and not judged. Home is like a winning sport, and every single day is like a trophy. Food at home is delicious but eating with family is nothing but complete history with everybody chatting. It just makes me feel warm. Home is a story with everything you’ve done from a newborn to grade 5. I know that the story of this home ends one day, and I leave to a new home to live a different story of home. Home is like happy raindrops pushing against the window. Home is where you make memories-the good ones and the bad ones, all bushed up in one space never to be forgotten. What does home feel like to you?