Home Is Where the Heart Is

Home is getting back from school, and smelling the warm, fresh muffins your mother made for you. Home is the feeling of comfort, your family supporting you in everything that you do. Home makes you happy, and you can goof around and be who you are. Home is the holidays spent together with family. Home is learning something interesting and cool every day. Home is riding my bike, my hair blowing fast in the wind. Home is taking my dog for a walk on a snowy winter day. Home is when I drink hot cocoa snuggling up and watching movies. Home is where I can figure out what hobbies to do and be creative, just the way I want. Home is where I write stories, where I use my imagination and write down some pretty amazing stories. Home is where memories are made, where in the future I may look back at them fondly. Home is a place where I am never alone. Home is taking out my art supplies and painting whatever comes to mind. Home is where I feel appreciated and loved. Home is when I get back from school, and my dog runs to see me, his tag wagging wildly. Home is the place where I can express myself, and be free. Home is calling my neighbor over, playing for hours and hours. Home is giggling over hilarious comics in the newspaper. But above all, home is where the heart is.