My feeling of home
Home to me is no specific place but rather a feeling. Home is hanging out with my friends and just chilling. Home is with family playing or simply watching a movie. I feel at home when I smell and eat chicken noodle soup. Home is biking in High park with my uncle and cousin feeling the wind rush past. Home is swimming in the pool feeling refreshed in my mind and my body. Home is the adrenalin on stage playing my roles. Home is skateboarding feeling free to take risks and to feel excitement. I feel really bad for homeless people that don’t have their feelings of home. It is important to feel loved and peaceful and to find a passion you call home.