Meaning of Home

If you went to my home, it would sound like Santa coming every day. Like Christmas staying for a year, like joy, like happiness, like the sound of the rage, anger, and sadness that I have been holding on to in my head disappear, like there is nothing to worry about. When I get home I walk right into a summer heat, tropical paradise, like bananas, kiwis, dragon fruit, and all the best parts of a vacation. My home is like a vacation when I'm feeling blue. It’s somewhere I feel safe and loved. The door is always locked if I am scared my parents give me warm hugs, it feels like I just came back from Costa Rica. Home is not just a house, it’s a palace of love and memories. My home smells like freshly cooked lasagna , and sometimes cookies. My home smells like fragrances, food, and clean bedsheets. My home smells clean ,fresh, and taken care of. It smells like a bakery with bread in the oven. The smell of hairspray, the smell of sweetness, the smell of lemon. My home is the best smelling place on the planet. People who have everything they want, don’t have a home. A home means happiness, joy, memories, love, and respect. A house can be cold and lonely, dark and scary. A house is a building, a home is a feeling and a place. I hope for everybody to one day have a home. I'm writing this to try to help people get and have My home looks like memories captured in time. It looks like family,like board games, like love. It looks like love, care, peace. It looks calm, it looks like a family playing games together. It looks like people laughing and celebrating different holidays. It looks happy, it looks like love, it is amazing and beautiful. It looks like a florist’s shop and smells like it. It is the most lovely looking place ever.