Home

Home is a place where I can let out any feeling either happy or sad. Home is like a heated blanket devouring my body in heat to warm me. Home is where I make memories and hang them up into a frame to remember. Sometimes when I look out the window I see people roaming the streets and sidewalks and start wondering do they have a home? Even though I know everyone finds the feeling home no matter what. Home is like snuggling a golden retriever that will never leave your side. Sometimes home can be a long way away, it can be in Egypt, Rome, or even Mexico but however far home is it will always be beside you. Sometimes I am not feeling home, sometimes I hear something that doesn't make me feel at home. Although home is not walls, windows, doors and a roof, home is where I can do my own thing and where I can do what I want to do. Home smells like sizzling fries from straight out of the oven with ketchup. Home is the sound of chaos but sometimes it's just the sound of listening to Taylor Swift music. To me, home will never be perfect but however bad or good home is I am still thankful for my home. Home is just like my happy, outstanding, magnificent, extraordinary family. I feel home when I get to spend time with my family, home feels like my first time at an Oilers game.