What Home Means to Me

Home isn’t a building, it’s a feeling. Home is a place where I can laugh wherever I please. Where I feel comfortable, like I’m buried in a big, soft pillow, like it’s ready to catch me when I fall. Home is a strong feeling, like 100 bulldozers on you, but in a nice way. Home is a place that makes everything taste better like the the pancakes fluffier and the bacon crispier. But, it also can make things feel better than other place, like having a pillow fight with your sister, or playing in the snow with your friends Home is a place where you hang out with friends and family and be comfortable whatever you’re doing.