Not a Structure but a Feeling

A house has four walls, a roof, a bathroom, a bedroom, and the essentials for living. Obviously, a home has all of that, but the only thing different is that a home is a feeling. Not a structure but a feeling. A home is where you feel safe and comfortable. My home is where I hear my cat meowing and scratching my door at five in the morning. My home is like a zoo, busy with a lot of people whom I love. But at the end of the day, it’s the place I feel calmest. My home smells like my grandma's slow-cooking crepes on the stovetop. I know that when she’s cooking, my whole family will gather to the main floor. My mom, dad, brother, and me from upstairs, and my grandpa from the basement. My grandma’s and my mom’s cooking is what brings my family together. My home is where I see a lot of blankets on the floor because my mom and I like to lay on them. That’s also where the remote for the TV is usually hiding. My home is also where you see me and my brother fighting over who gets to watch Netflix while eating. My home tastes like my mom’s cinnamon buns, fresh out of the oven. My family will go crazy over my mom’s cinnamon buns, especially when they are fresh out of the oven. Personally, I like them after like, thirty minutes of then sitting out on the stove. To me, home is always a feeling, not a structure. It’s a way to come together with your family and talk about your day. Not a structure but a feeling.