Home is Where the Heart is

Home is where the heart is. Home is where you feel safe and like you can be you without being judged. Home isn`t just a pile of bricks. It`s a place of safety and huge laughs and disappointments. Home is a place where the disappointments of the outside world are blocked out of your mind. Leaving you at ease. Home is a place where I can hear my dog barking at everyone that walks by. And also feeling anger at my siblings because we fight a lot! Home is a place where you can yell at everyone, and not be judged. Home isn`t just where you live It`s where the heart is. ( just not literally!) Home is where I can feel the carpeted floors of the stairs and upstairs and the playroom in the basement and living room. Home is where I can smell the meals mum`s making. Home is where I can smell my dog. Home is where I can play video games on my tablet and x box freely. Home is where I can sleep at ease. Home is where I can dread my alarm on school days. Home is where I feel my safest. Home is like a warm hug around me. ( metaphorically) A house you can be evicted from, but a home stays in your heart. I type this not for the prize, but a chance to say that everyone deserves a home.