Two Homes

Home for me is a place that makes me feel safe, happy and loved. I have two houses, both of them are home to me. Sometimes one feels more like a home than the other, or sometimes it’s the other way around. Home sounds like my baby brother Sawyer and his little stomps running up and down the hallway. It sounds like my sister’s loud voice echoing throughout the house. Home is the smell of my mom’s dinners being made, which are always fantastic. Home sounds like my step-dad doing dishes. At my other home, it’s a lot more quiet and peaceful. But, there’s never as much going on. It’s nice to have a quiet place, and a lively place, that are both my homes. Home feels like a comfortable, warm spot that sometimes can be chaotic. But that’s home to me and I love it that way.