Home

The meow moaning alarm clock of my pets wanting food. Scratching and clicking of my dog prancing, along my dry, cold, hard wooden floors. My teeny, compact yet open concept kitchen is filled with mixing bowls, forks, white sifted flour in every nook and cranny. The sweet, vanilla warm smell that escapes my oven which makes my home, mine. My home feels like a dome, a place where I can comb my hair in peace, while I brush my teeth. My teeny, weeny but cute room where I feel safe under my big,cold and fluffy duvet with a beautiful pink and white lined cover on it. When I try to get some rest all I hear is blasting loud rap music.sometimes i feel home when i'm on the cold,shiny freshly flooded ice not only clearing the ice but my mind. I love being at the rec center because it makes me feel free, welcome, extended and released to have fun, that's what makes my home, home.