What home means to me

Home is not just a building, no, home is where I feel safe. Home can be anywhere, in the city, a small town but home is love, security, and family. Home is when I feel loved. When my dog greets me with his big smile and waving tail. As I walked in and sat down his fluffy fur rubbed against me while painting from excitement. When my dad hugs me as tightly as he possibly can. Where we have those loving thoughtful conversations when we need it the most. When I feel loved I know I’m home. Home is where I feel safe. When my dog guards me as another animal goes by. As I hear the oven beeping while my mom is preparing a nutritious meal for our family. It is when I can be myself at home. Where I can be the best of myself I could ever be. When my mom raps her arms around me just so I feel safe. When I feel safe I know I am at home. Home is where family is. When the white blanket of snow falls and we gather around the crackling fire with the whole family. When I hear the laughter of my siblings by the pool. When everyone sits down on the leather couch as we watch holiday movies. As we feast on the delicious food at the large round dinner table. When we walk in the dark winter nights with our dog running around on the snowy road. So home is not just a building it is family, love and security. Do you know why? Because home is where all the fun and exciting things happen, not at an amusement park, no, at home where you feel safe.