Home is Where I Belong

Home is where I belong. It’s not the bricks that make it special, it’s not the counter, the couch or even the house itself, it's the memories around it. The best memories that I've had have been with my family and my family is the best part of living in a home. They are sweet, caring, and welcoming. I couldn't imagine living in a home without my family. When I get home there is always someone at the door, it might be my dog to greet me with a little snuggle or my mom and dad asking if I had a good day. Whoever is there to greet me, makes me feel welcomed and that makes me feel like I belong. Even if I get home and no one is at the door I do not feel lonely because I have my home that makes me feel safe and secure. Home means I can be me, make silly faces and just eat treats! Sometimes I'm stressed and I cry on the bed sheet, but I have no fear because my home is here! I giggle and laugh with my family, while creating memories. We laugh and have fun while playing board games and watching movies, I will never forget the first time that I watched the classic film “The sound of Music”. The second I open the door the natural scent of pine trees in the snow comes through my nose, it reminds me of the cold snowy days that we used to have back in the day. Home sweet home, seems very sweet when I am baking a treat. Home is perfect for me. It’s the number 1 place I rather be. Home wouldn’t be home for me if it weren’t for my family.