What Home Means to Me

For me, home is where I can let all my troubles flow out. Home is peace and joy, where I can sit with my family feeling as safe as a locked vault. Home is acceptance and privacy. My home is as warm as a blazing fire, stretching thousands of miles and throughout a forest. My house is as cozy as a curled up wild cat, basking in the hot summer air. My place to live always gives me comfort and happiness. There is never a dull moment or a little bit of loneliness. My family is always there to protect me, and my household keeps safety, and a roof over my head. I always feel great, like lots of colossal strength is overcoming me. Nothing in my life could not be almost as precious as my home. My home is like a flower, waiting to sprout, smelling like lavender cream. My house is where I can curl up in my bed and play video games. Home is where I can go down in my basement and play soccer, workout and train. In the summer my home keeps me cool, and in the winter it keeps me warm. I am fed and healthy, and my family has enough money to provide. Home For Me Is Everything.