Home

Home isn’t where you live. It’s where your heart lives. It’s where your memories are. It’s where your feelings and emotions can be free. Home is where we slowly age, and eventually pass. Home is the almost perfect country we live in. Home is where my memories are kept, like the things I drew under the floorboards during renovations, or the embarrassing pictures of me and my brother on the wall. Home is all the different animals that live in our house. Home is the torturing smell of the pizza store next door. Home is where my family trash talks each other as Mario kart illuminates the living room. Home is where I celebrate all the holidays with my family. Home is where we can express all our emotions and be understanding of each other. Home isn’t just a structure. It’s where our life happens.