Home

Home means alot to me. Home is a place where I feel safe in my warm and cozy basement surrounded by my family and their love. Loved. I curl up on the couch with my family to watch a movie. Welcome. When I walk to school surrounded by kindness and friends. Home is a place where I feel warm in my soft cozy bean bag chair and calm as I listen to the sweet sound of my mom reading to my sister. Home is a place where my family and I have fun and relax. Home is a place where I feel free to be me. When I first wake up in the morning the sweet breathtaking smell of gooey, sticky maple syrup and warm buttery waffles brightens my spirits. The not so calm and sweet sound of my sister, as I walk her home from school. The calm and peaceful second as I toss myself into my bed and read. I do really wish I had a lock on my door though. The loud ear piercing sound of the kettle screeching and the sound of my moms footsteps dashing through the disaster up stairs to turn off the kettle before a cranky Toyota shift-worker crashes out of the basement. The cold winter nights as I make myself into a taco in my huge weighted blanket. The warm and cozy feeling as I squeeze myself into a big squishy bedtime snuggle. Warm summer afternoons. I dare my dad to cannonball into our pool. These are all of the things that make my home mine.