Home is My Happy Place

Home is a place where happiness lives. It is a feeling that can't be touched, but you know it is there. Every memory or feeling flows through my home, like a gurgling stream or a roaring river. It’s like an anchor that keeps me from floating away to a place in my mind where thoughts are far from the truth. Home is a place of emotion. Home is a place of sweet and salty smells. With every new meal or treat, there is a new sense of smell or taste added to my sense of home. Every time I smell a certain food, it reminds me of a different memory, a different scent whisking through my nose. Home is a place of smells Home is a place of sound. Sometimes as loud as the wind in a blizzard or as quiet as the leaves when they fall from their trees. It sounds like a TV playing in the background, or a dog whining to play. It sounds like my mom and dad cooking together in the kitchen, or my brother asking me to play. In the summer, it sounds like mini waves crashing in the pool, and in winter, like skates on ice on the backyard rink. Home is a place of sounds. Home is a place of touch. Like the soft white fluffy fur tangling through my finger as I pet my dog. It`s the feel of smooth wood under my fingers, or my soft pillow sinking under my head. Home is a place of touch. Home is where I belong.