This is what home feel like to me

When I walk through the door I feel fluttering joy! You don’t have to be related, It’s a sensation of amenity and gratitude within. It’s a familiarity you get no matter if you're alike or not. You're with them, no acting, you let your emotions fly and they welcome them with open arms. It could be one person or several, It’s knowing someone has your back. Their generosity to you is uplifting, you laugh about memories. You belong with them, you can unwind and be vulnerable together. Even the stupidest jokes make you laugh, they help you mentally and physically. You care for one another, you appreciate each other no matter how you show it. They come and go, but someone will always be your home. They are really dear to me, that’s what family is to me. You’ll have ups and downs, but if they're really your home they’ll come back. I could never put into words what my home means to me. My gratitude, the trust and how much they’ve helped me is out of this world. They bring bliss to me, they might live on the other side of the world or down your street, but it's still your home. Your home might not be flawless but it’s spectacular nonetheless. In other people’s eyes they might be bad but in your eyes they're extraordinary. For the time I’ve had mine I feel pain for the one that hasn't had a home. That is my home. Finding one is like finding a four leaf clover.