What Home Feels Like

Home isn’t always a house. That’s what I like about it. Home is anywhere you feel happy, and safe. Home can be anywhere you want it to be. A house, outside, your favourite place. My home is the smell of something cooking downstairs. My home is the feeling of my feet being squished by my dog (ouch). My home is seeing my rats play. My home is the taste of dinner in my mouth. My home is the sound of my family greeting me when I come home. Family. Home.