What Home Means To Me

To me Home is a safe and loving place where the people I cherish are, it is Not the actual building. Home tastes like my moms rock hard brownies ( i still eat them anyways because i love her ). the glorious garlic Mashed potatoes my aunt and uncle bring to family gatherings. The nice and warm hot chocolate on a cold winter day and Annie's macaroni and cheese Home sounds like my dog lola snoring when I'm trying to go to sleep. It is my parents' laughter. It is me listening to Taylor Swift and me as my mom singing in our car. It is me and my friend Isla laughing at something that's not very funny. Home makes me feel cozy and warm inside. Home looks like my dogs play fighting. It looks like my messy room. It is the summit and the masked singer on my TV on Thursday. It is my Halloween movie nights with my mom’s friend Carly.it is Harry Potter on our tv during christmas and me almost crying because Dobby dies. Home smells like the dinner my mom made that night or wet dog because lola and Ellie (my dogs) won't come back inside from the pouring rain. I can not describe home in one word. It is a million amazing feelings in your heart. I am so thankful to have an amazing loving home. It might not have a pool or a trampoline but it is loving and affectionate.