Home

Home isn’t just a place, it’s a feeling, it’s memories, and it’s who you’re with. For me, home is the smell of bread, fresh out of the oven. It’s eating popcorn while listening to my family argue about the winner of the next football game. Home is the traditions we all share and the love we feel. Home could be pretty much anywhere. It could be your bedroom, your garden or even your closet as long as you feel loved. Home is where we belong. It’s not just four walls with some furniture in between, it’s the memories you make, the feelings you feel and the people you’re with. Home is a refuge and an escape from all your troubles, whatever those troubles may be: a fight with a friend, a bad grade, or just too much stress. For me, home isn’t just a place, it’s a feeling, memories, and traditions. It’s a safe space where you feel loved, comfortable, and like you belong. Home is as warm and fluffy as a blanket and as precious as a diamond. Home is happy, wholehearted, and full of hope. That is what home is.