Home is Where the Love Is

A home is not a house, it is a place where I feel happy. Where my dreams come true. Where I feel safe and comfortable to share my feelings . A house is a structure where people can live but don’t feel like you belong in. A house is where you don’t feel comfortable, safe and happy. Feel. My home is where I can feel the warm breeze flowing through my hair coming from the door. Where I can feel the warmth and coziness of my body sinking in the couch.Where I feel the warmth of my mom’s hugs. Taste. My home is where I taste hamburgers and hotdogs while having a barbeque with my family, laughing happily and eating popcorn on movie nights cuddling each other. Hear. My home is where I can hear the popping and sizzling of popcorn or the songs on the radio while having dance parties. Home is where I can hear giggles coming all the way from the kitchen. Smell. My home is where I can smell fresh pizza, marshmallow pumpkin and vanilla candles, or my sister's perfume. See, my home is where I can see my family playing a board game, happy if they win or lose, or that movie that we watch again and again. Home is funny, where I can make memories. Home is just where I belong.