Home Is A Reflection

Home is varied for everyone, but it can be so, so, similar. Young, or old, rich or poor, it doesn’t matter. Home can be the sound of ear-splitting alarms, early in the morning, or the rustles of the trees outside, as calm as a soft breeze flowing through the evening air. Home can be the sun, glaring through your window at noon, or the faint glow of your night light, in the darkest hour. Home can be the fragrant smell of your breakfast, wafting through the air, or the harsh smell of your garage, reeking of oil. Home can be the soft, furry feeling of your carpet, or the grainy, rough surface of your dining table. Home can be the love, and care for your family, or the distinct irritation that comes from your sibling’s shenanigans. Home can be…anything. The good, the bad, the serenity, the fury, even your vastly annoying sibling can be a part of your home. But, most importantly… Your home is…you!