What Home Means to Me

To me home is staying up late and watching movies with my family and playing board games. It smells like buttery delicious popcorn getting made in the microwave. It feels warm and cozy when we are cuddled under a soft warm blanket. I have more than one home. To me home is Saskatchewan (my home town), my old home and now my new home. My new home sounds like laughter. Home is like taking my fluffy dog on a walk in the sunshine. Home is where I feel safe and loved. Home is where I can get lost in a really good book or where I can feel free. And where I make the most memories. Where I can wake up to chaos. Home is where I can smell the delicious food my dad is making. Home is a place I belong and a place I love.