I feel that home is a word with many meanings, but the one that comes to mind is safety, support, friends, and family
With everything that happens I know that I will go home and seek comfort from the ones that mean the most like my mom my dad and the rest of my family.
When I go home after a long day, I get greeted by my cat, Autumn, at the door my dog still lying down on my reading chair followed by my cat, Pixie running down the stairs. My gerbil still sleeping in his cage on my piano until I start to practice, then he runs out and starts running around.
My mom comes home, and she asks how my day was, I tell her how it was she gives me a giant hug and a kiss on the cheek and tells me how work was to exhausting
Later after dance or volleyball my dad comes home from work and wines about how tiring it is, I tell him it couldn’t be that bad he says you don’t know the half of it.
After all I remember what home it’s is not a roof over my head or a warm place to sleep its where my loved ones are my friends my family and my pets just somewhere, I can feel safe and free.
Somewhere I’m loved and supported.