My Home

My home isn’t just my apartment. It’s a place I know I can always go to when I feel sad, hurt or just plain like a slug on salt. It’s a cozy place where I can be when the weather is really cold and uncomfortable. Home is a place where I have all my needs taken care of. I have free wifi, a warm bed and loads of toys. Home is where I can come to a lot of hugs and fresh baked cookies when school is totally stacked with snow and I need to get warm. It keeps me from getting frostbite when it drops to negative thirty and I’m all soaking. Home is a place where I never have to worry about anything and the only place that I am truly comforted, with the best, homemade food. Home is a place where I get to eat my favourite foods, as a tempting aroma wafts from the kitchen. It’s the place where conversation flows over dinner. It’s where laughter resounds over a delicious meal that my mom makes. Home is my favourite place to be. If I am having a terrible day, home is the place to go. Home can keep me safe if the weather is having a worse. Outside can practically be a hurricane, and I don’t care so long as I’m home and safe. Home is the safest place on earth, at least that's how it feels. The only place to go is HOME.