Home is where my heart is

Home to me is not just the building you live in, it’s not a roof over your head. Home is family, the people whom you share Love and Kindness every day, night, afternoon, or morning. Home is Cuddling up by the fireplace with the people I love, sipping a warm, sweet mug of hot chocolate. Home is sitting at the dinner table with my family, as my dad makes us all laugh like there's no tomorrow. Home is helping bake warm, apple cinnamon muffins with my mum, peering through the hot oven to watch the muffins sprout like flowers in the sun. Home is listening to my daddy read spooky stories as we snuggle up on the warm couch, as the rain drops pour from the massive dark clouds above. Home means the taste of buttery, salted popcorn on my lips as we watch 80’s movies in my parents bedroom as we laugh hysterically. Home is carrying on the new years family tradition as the fireworks burst when we celebrate like we’ve graduated university. Home is making crafts with my little brother James, as we giggle at the funny mistakes we make. Home is a place to be you, somewhere where you can express yourself and your artistic side with the people you feel comfortable with. Home is not just home, it means so much more, so much more I can’t even express. Home is my place to speak my mind and give my own opinions. Home is where I’m not judged for being me. Home is your safe spot, where you feel loved and cared for, as you love and care for your people. Home is a place to be you, feel you, and act you. Home is love. Home is hope. Home is family. Home is Home.