Past the four walls

The warm smell of fresh muffins from the kitchen is where home begins for me. Home is the place where I am free to be me. Small moments grow into memories that stay with me. Gentle laughter and conversation echo around me. It is where I am accepted for who I am meant to be. Peace and love are always surrounding me. Soft blankets and cushions wrap around me in comfort. The fireplace crackles in the living room, bringing warmth to me. Home is not just four walls; it is so much more to me. It is the place that will always be home to me.