I Feel at Home Here
I Feel at home here.
“A house is made with wall and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson. That is a quote I thought of a lot when I wrote this essay, I did because it reminded me of my home, my family. All these things; My dog, food, outside with my family, relate to family and family means home to me.
When I think about my dog, Lucy, I think about home. My dog means home to me because she’s always there when I need her, and she loves me for who I am. One time, she was having a hard time at our new house and she almost ran away, but she didn’t because she feels at home with my family. Same as me, I feel at home with her, with my family. When she’s home with me I feel safe and happy to be there, when she’s not there, it’s sad. She means home to me more than anything else.
The second thing that ‘homey’ to me is food. It’s food because just the smell, the taste, the feel of love and care makes me feel at home. Some of the foods that make me feel at home are Mac & Cheese, spaghetti, and homemade sourdough bread. They do because my family and I make them, and they taste SO GOOD!!!! Those things are home to me.
The last thing make means home to me, is just spending time outdoors with my family. It means running around with my dog, reading on a swing or a bench with my sister, cooking, Barbequing and smoking with my Mom and building something with my Dad. Or something that makes them happy, because that makes me happy and when I feel happy, I feel at home. Those things make me at home.
They relate to family; family means home to me. Home is center of my essay. When I think about home these are what I think of. These are home.