My House Is Love

A house is a place of love. A house is a familiar place filled with people you love. Every piece of my house is a blessing, I am thankful indeed for the smooth rich texter of food. And the clear clean refreshing water swishing in your mouth. My house surrounds me with love and care, and memories ill cherish with all my heart till the end. Like my dad and me searching for antlers in the nearby bush, or me and mom taking a walk along the creek. Or me and my sister sneaking an early snack just before dinner. A house is a place where you can relax and be yourself without people judging you or feeling intimidated. A place where you can feel secure and good. A place where you grow up and finally leave to start your own adventure. Leaving is hard to do even if you can't let go. A house is a place where you can invite friends or family over to have a nice spot of tea or to have conversations that only they will understand. A place where you can have sleepovers or hangouts. I am happy for a shelter and a place with a roof so I won't get rain on my head. Other people live horrible life with no family or no house to live in. I am also thankful for a warm bed to sleep in and a nice family who loves me. For me, a place of home is a place of love and comfort.