What Home Means to Me

When I think of home I think of a safe, comfortable place. A place filled with loved ones and family and people who mean a lot to me. When I am at home I see my family and the bright gray popcorn roof above me. When I am at home I feel the soft warm air keeping me nice and cozy. At home I smell the delicious chocolate chip cookies rising by the wrath of the heated oven. I hear my siblings chit chatting happily and my Dad watching TV. I can taste the home cooked meals made by my parents. The brownies melting in my mouth and the explosion of warm gooey chocolate. Finally, home isn't just a place you live. It is a place where you make memories, laugh, talk and just be yourself.