What Home Means To Me

My home is 79 years old and used to be part of a farm. The Crescent Lake is at the end of my backyard. I have 5 sisters, 3 brothers, a niece, a nephew, and another niece or nephew on the way. We have lots of fun in our backyard, especially in the summer months. When I come home at the end of the day, I feel as calm as a sloth. I leave my anxiety at the door. My home is kind and loving like a soothing sunset. The laughter in my home is as fun as a day at the fair. My living room is relaxing like a nature walk and smells like a breath of fresh air. In conclusion, home is where I am loved by my family. It is a soft place to land.