My Home

Home is where there is a place for you to belong to feel welcome. In my life, I feel at home in multiple places; home is where the heart is, and my heart is through the homes of my friends. Where I can look through the walls and see joy and sadness, and a whole bunch of stupidly funny memories. Home is not always where you are happy, it is a place where you feel comfortable being you, through all of your ups and downs. I love my home because I feel like I don't have to try to be anything but my imperfect self. I always smell something amazing, whether it is a new candle or supper on the stove. Freshly cooked food on the table, and everyone eating and complimenting the cook. I love my home and the other places that feel like home. I hope that I will always have these places to call my childhood homes.