Home to Me

Home is where I am not judged by the way I act or look. I am welcomed no matter what I look like. The smell is relaxing. At home, I can be myself. The sound of echoing music reaches my ears. Around me, the air has faint traces of pine. My dog tramps across the flour making sharp scraping sounds. The whole home echoes the feelings of peace, contentment, and comfort. My home might be quiet, but it does have a welcoming feeling. Home doesn’t have to be a building. To me, home is really the relationship between me and my family. We all agree and work together to create the home I live in. (Not the building.) Home is the life of friendships. It unites everyone under one roof, making us a happy, loving family.