When I Think of Home

My home is special because it has our memories. I know my house is not a palace or anything… but it seems like so much more. I know my house is special because I could go anywhere in the world for a trip and the best part would be returning home. It’s the most welcoming place I know. The walls that built our home are made of memories and love. Home is a place to live but also has millions of memories. When I think of home, I think of my comforting family. When I think of home, I think of my dogs, waiting patiently for us to come home. When I think of home, I think of how safe it makes me feel. When I think of home, I think of the memories that turned our house into a home When I think of home, I think of the place I always want to be. In fact, there is no place I would rather be.