My home

Home to me is chaotic and not always a perfect place . At home I can be free,confident,stress free and most of all myself. Home to me is where we share love, laughter and make happy and exciting memories.With my family and friends I feel happy and supported. I am loved. Home to me doesn't mean my house,my cottage or my favorite places to visit. I'm not saying i dont love to go there but I love being there. All I'm trying to say is that home is about who you are with instead of where you are. Home to me is my sisters singing and playing.My brothers screams when it's a neck and neck mini stick game in the basement. The cozy and safe feeling cuddling with my puppy. The late night baking with my dad and the movie night with my mom all this make me feel at home but the place that makes me feel most at home is family dinners where we share jokes, talk about our day and most of all the peaceful sound of everybody enjoying their meal. Everybody deserves to have a shelter and a family. Remember all the sounds and feelings that make u feel at home The creeks of that one stair on the stair case and the soft sound of the washing machine don't forget about the warm feeling of all the delicious food all of this makes me feel at home.Writing this essay made me realize home to me is not a place it my family being with them makes me feel loved safe and most of all at home.