Home

To me home is more than just a place where I live. To me home can mean many things . A house. A building. But most importantly, a place where I can play games with my family and friends. A place full of memories and love. A place where I can feel free to express myself. Home is the feeling of winning my baseball tournament after seven hard hours of hitting balls. That is the meaning of home. I think home travels with you wherever you go. You, make your home a home. The ear piercing bickering of my sister telling me to stop walking infront of the tv. The fresh smell of my moms delicious food wafting up my nose. My dads sweaty back after a workout. My dogs barking at me while I'm eating lunch. That is the feeling of home. Your home could be a hockey rink or a basketball court because home does not have to be a house. I think home can also be people. My parents are my home. To you, it could be an uncle or aunt. Home. Not just a place. Not just a person. Home. A combination of all the things you have come to love.