Home

Home means something different to everyone, it’s not just a building where people live, it’s a place where people spend time together and make new memories with their friends and family. To me home is a place where I feel safe. Where with me are my friends and family who I know and love. Where no one will judge you if you make mistakes. Where I can smell the food steaming on the stove as my mother cooks my favorite dish. Where I can see the sun rise and set from my window, and hear the birds chirping in the trees. Where I look at my messy rock collection on my desk. Home Is a place where I’m loved, where I can be around people who care about me, and spend time together, where there’s the fresh smell of popcorn in the air, as we watch movies, and the sound of my cats mowing at the door, wanting dinner two hours early. Home is a place where I make memories, where I don’t need pictures, and where I can store new memories, and try new things, where I can be adventurous. And feel happy about where I am, and not worry about anyone judging me.