Home is not a place

It's not a building, It's not a place, It's a home, My home, wWhere I make memories with family and friends. It's where you send hugs and kisses. In the kitchen it smells like the magical food that my mom makes but it's not just about the food, it's about the jokes and memories we make. I see the walls, the beautiful walls covered in pictures that hold memories from all the birthdays and vacations and all the camping trips we take every year. I hear all the love that's always going around my home, just everywhere. My home tastes like the one candle my mom always has. I feel all the hugs and kisses my family gives. But that's not all, all my pets are there too, my two cats and my dog, my sister and my parents So home isn't just a building after all.