To Me, Home is

To me, home is the smell of freshly baked brownies, to cake right out of the oven, and everything in between. I love home. Home is the feeling of excitement, and joy. To sadness. I only want to be home every day because it's home, and home is the taste of cookies to hashbrowns. Home is more than enough. Home is the sound of Israeli music. I love my house, because it isn't one, it's a home, and home is the sight of my mom making dinner. Home is the place where I can truly be myself. I love being home. Home is where I live. Home is the only place I want to live. Home is the sight of my family playing monopoly. Home is the place where I can truly be myself. Home is where my room is and my room is my favourite place to be, whether it's a hot and sunny day, or a cold and sad day, home is my favourite place to be, because it's with my family.