What Home Means to Me

What home means to me. A house is not a home, see a house is kind of boring, just four walls, a bed and a roof. A home is more than just a place to live, a home feels like being surrounded by your very special, important things. A home feels like a warm hug with so much love it’s unimaginable. Home looks like me and my mom making my favorite spaghetti that I love so much. Home looks like me sitting with all my Pokemon stuffies watching pokemon on the TV. Home looks like me and my family cuddled up in my nan's special blanket watching a movie on a weekend. Home sounds like the mixer going when my mom’s baking cookies for my whole soccer team while she's listening to Taylor Swift. Home to me sounds like documentaries about World War 2 or space that my step dad loves listening to for some reason. Home to me sounds like me and my friend Ryder playing Fortnite together and laughing so hard about something so silly in school. Home smells like fresh chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven. Home to me smells like my moms famous homemade chicken nuggets. It’s so fresh it will blow your mind I swear! Home to me smells like opening a bag of sweet chilli heat Doritos and having a big bite of the best chips in the world. Home tastes like the best spaghetti, in my opinion, that my mom makes. Home to me tastes like store bought popcorn from Sobeys on movie night. So that's my home and I love it. Thank you for the opportunity to write this beautiful essay. I hope if I win someone will get a nice home.