My beautiful home

When I wake up, I do not feel uncomfortable, my bed feels soft and comfy like it has always been. I walk into my kitchen where so many wonderful memories were made, I wish I could go back in time to experience them again... Then I walk into my living room, I love the feeling in this room, where I greet my friends and family to sit down, and have long conversations about the past and future, careers and about love. My family says, “I love you” and after they say that the words echo in my ears my brain saying they will always love you for who you are…Nothing will change that. Absolutely nothing. That makes me feel loved. Then I walk all the way back to my bedroom. Where sleepovers, and playdates have occurred. We would always tell each other everything including secrets, future career choices, games we want to play. Everything. This makes me feel included into the conversation like I belong there and deep down I know I do. That is what I do everyday think about how I feel loved, feel like I belong, how I remember the greatest memories of all time. That is because I have a familiar place that I love and appreciate, a home.