Home is a Fire

Home is a fire, deep down inside of my heart, that nothing can put out. Home may not be perfect, but it is where I long to be. My dog, cat, fish, brother, and parents all make my house wonderful, imperfect, comfortable; it is a place for me. My home is filled with sacred memories that are irreplaceable; they shape me; they are who I am, and they create the foundation for what I may become. Home is not necessarily a place, it is a feeling. A feeling that one is at peace with the world. A feeling of softness, like a giant teddy bear giving you a hug. A feeling of joy, and tears, both sad and happy. Home is not a house, it is much more.