Why My Home Isn't Just a House

My home isn’t just a house, because my grandma and my parents are here to comfort me anytime I need them. They make food that spreads a scent across the street that I can smell when I come home from biking with my friends. There are pictures of me and my parents that are spread across the walls that bring joy to me every time I look at them. My home is where bread and pastries of all kinds come to life because of the love and happiness that was put into making them. The kitchen is where all kinds of foodie memories and new foods are tried, making them extraordinary. It’s where the snacks and candy are stored and shared. The kitchen is a great place to spend time with my family. My home is where holiday scenes come to life with decorations, and where gifts are unwrapped with new memories being created. The living room is the best spot to chill and forget your worries and troubles. The television in the background with other people talking is the reason why the living room is euphoric. This Is why my home isn’t just a house.