The Meaning of Home

While I shake off the dirty dirt on my shoes as I just come back from school, there’s this feeling of warmth, support, and love that runs into me. My home wraps around me like a blanket. Home smells like meat burning on top of the stove. Home sounds like the piano playing its lovely melody, bringing the family together. Home feels like love, happiness, and warmth. It lights a candle for me when it gets dark and wraps a warm blanket around me when I’m cold. It brings me hope when I feel down, and it makes me feel happy when I have a frown on my face. Outside of my lovely home, stands two large white garages, and two skinny doors painted with white. The windows shine bright reflecting off the sun that shines through and brings warmth. Croissants, muffins, and brownies sit on top of the burning fireplace. As I walk up the dark staircase with lovely decorations, I see my goldfish dancing happily in the water. Out my window, I see the blasts of blooming colours from the different kinds of special flowers. Home always draws a smile across my face when I get to it. Being with my family members is home. No matter where I stay, home will always stay in my heart forever.