What Home Means to Me

Home is not just a building, it’s me and my family’s safe space. It is somewhere I can express myself. Home to me is like a place where I can play with my family and eat delicious foods. Takes me to a different world, it makes me think I’m on cloud 9. Every time I come back from school I eat and then we go out. My nephew and I go buy some things at different stores after school, we get sodas and snacks. When we come back from the store we can put the snacks in the pantry and we can play games. When I go to sleep my bed feels so soft. We can read books together. My home is my own private library. I can look for a book of my choosing and when I start reading it, sometimes I sit down and draw the main character. Sometimes I just lay in bed thinking about what I can do in my home and after I think about doing some reading with my nephew. We can talk about how we are in a home that can protect us from rain, thunderstorms, and windy skies. I can look outside and see a beautiful view of trees or snow falling. I can see trains too. Sometimes I just want to look up at the clouds and relax. I feel like I'm drifting on into space thinking about how I can even survive without a home? I love and cherish my home. I feel like my favorite spot in my home is my room and I can relax the most when I’m in it and be allowed to think about what I want.