My Home Is Where My Heart Is…

If someone was talking about what does home mean to you, what would you be thinking about your perspective of home? My perspective of home is where I can show my creativity and my true self and my happy, sad and angry feelings. With my whole family it feels like a puzzle that can not be figured out and home is one of the million pieces of it. I'm thankful I have a sturdy home because some people don’t even have a home where they have family love and shelter. Even if my home is not those expensive mansions and gigantic, lovely homes, my home is enough. My home is cozy and comfortable. A home is for everyone you love and respect which includes your siblings, parents, grandparents, cousins, aunties, uncles, even your friends. It's where you can see the bright morning sun rise up and the bright evening moon come up. When it's springtime I smell the lovely flowers blooming one by one. At summertime I see the gorgeous sunset going down. When it's autumn I feel the orange and red leaves gracefully falling on me slowly down one by one. When it's winter I taste my mom’s amazing cooking and hot chocolate and sit by the warm fire and see the snow falling. I cherish my home everyday and everynight everything is amazing about it. My home is where my heart is, but what does home mean to you?