My Home

Home is a place of comfort for many. It shelters us with wonderful warmth and lovable love. The place that is your home is hopefully sheltering you, your family, maybe some pets and that’s usually it. Your home shouldn’t be sheltering someone without you knowing about it, and it’s at this point I realize that I’ve read far too many horror stories recently. A home is a place that you should find comfort in. It should be a place that you feel comfortable in. It protects you from harsh weather conditions with a roof over your head, it has room for you to live in (most of the time). Now I’ll tell you a bit about my home. My home has lots of warmth, with at least 1 heater in every room, each going up to about 25 degrees, meaning that it gets pretty hot when we turn on the heat. My house has a large backyard where me and my family will occasionally play bocce. Our living room is decently sized, and it’s connected to our dining room, living room and kitchen. Then there’s the front hallway leading to the front door. Near the fabulous front door is a cramped closet with a small hatch leading to a crawlspace as short as an ant! Upstairs is my dads’ room, as colourful as a butterfly because of the lights he has that change colour. There’s a bathroom (with a heater of course), there’s my room where I have my computer, bed, etc. There’s a laundry room (loud washing machine included) and the miraculous master bedroom that my aunt and uncle share. There’s not much in my home, but there’s enough for me.