Home

Home. The place that smells like warm vanilla sugar when I wake up. The place that smells like buttery popcorn when we watch our favorite movies. The place that smells like freshly baked cookies on a weekend. The place that smells like juicy steak at dinner time. The place that smells like waffles that just finished toasting. Home. The place that sounds like laughter filling the air. The place that sounds like horrible jokes being told. The place that sounds like arguing over which movie to watch. The place that sounds like my brother and dad cheering for a basketball game. The place that sounds like my dog's paws clicking and playing fetch with me. Home. The place where I can taste soft homemade oreo ice cream. The place where I can taste freshly baked cookies. The place where I can taste my moms steaming hot potato soup. The place where I can taste chicken caesar salad. The place where I can taste fresh taco meat and fresh toppings. Home. The place where I see my dog playing tug of war. The place where I see all my memories on picture frames. The place where I see my family getting along. The place where I see the stove on and ready to cook. The place where I see games scattered everywhere. The place where I see all my trophies lined up on a shelf. Home. The place that feels like fluffy blankets. The place that feels like a soft bed. The place that feels like my dog's fur. The place that feels like a light sweatshirt. Home. The place where I can be me and not feel judged. Home. The place where I can feel safe. Home. The place where I can feel loved and appreciated. This is my home.