Home

Home Home is a place where you don’t have to be alone. Do you have a safe haven, a home? Home is different for everyone. My home is just another ordinary house to someone else. With walls and a roof but to me it is so much more. The smell of my candle as it flickers on the table. Sighs that my dog makes as she curls up next to me. With the lake sparkling crystal clear and blue out the sliding glass door. Home is a place where family is near. A home throughout the year. Is there a safe place for you where you feel warm inside, where you feel like you don’t have to hide? Home is a place filled with memories. A place like the back of your hand, you know all of the ins and outs. The fresh and relaxing smell of the forest of pine. Running through the woods not knowing the time. Birds are singing and the leaves are rustling. You are surrounded by nature. From a day on the lake in the hot sun, you feel exhausted and free. Sun setting in the east, the light sarkling off of the waves. Your wet hair falling down and around your shoulders, with the ski’s up rattling in the holders. Listening to the crash of the waves against the shore with the place where I explore. From the deers to the algae foam. This is my home and my home alone. Late at night, look up at all the shining stars. With the fire blazing, the warmth emanates. Crackle, Crackle POP! Crackle, Crackle POP! The sparks fly through the evening sky. To fall away, to be engulfed by light and colours as night gives way to day. My comfortable mattress, with everyone asleep it is peaceful and quiet and I am ready to start a new day. My home is way more than walls and a roof. Family is what makes it home. The smell is what makes it home. It is like a spot of light in the world of darkness. A bioluminescent jellyfish is a bright spot in the depth of the dark seas. Home I have a place to go to when I am happy, sad and mad. Not everyone had a home and I am so ever grateful to have one like with the mass earthquake in turkey your home can be there and then gone the next. Your home and mine are different but the same in many ways, the meaning of home is different to everyone. Do you have a place where you don’t have to be alone, a safe haven Home. Everones is different, mine is where I belong and it is filled with my people.