Home is Where Loves Lives

Home is where love lives. It's where my heartbeat is. My home is not just walls and floors, it’s where I stand tall and confident, unlike before. No matter what happens, my home is shielding me. In my home, I always feel safe, loved, and where I belong. Home is not just where you live; it holds memories. Memories that you will remember for a lifetime. Yet, even the brightest lights will leave behind a shadow. Some memories are sad. It reminds me of my best friend moving far away to Vancouver. Even if it's sad, I still hold on to it. Every single memory has its own purpose. Like the pictures on the walls, each one tells a different story. Stories of vacations, joy, and happiness. Home is more than couches and beds; it's where my family is. It’s where I can cuddle up in my bed and read my favourite books. Home is where I come back to see my dog, Lucky, greeting me with his bright golden fur and his perfect brown eyes filled with happiness. He comes with a wagging tail, waiting to hug me. Home is when I smell my father's amazing cooking rising through the chimney, filling the house with a warm, happy feeling. The smell isn't just food, it's home. It's a smell that I'll never forget. Home is where I go snowboarding with my brother, when I'm happy as ever. The times I have with him are incredible. Even though he is sometimes annoying, I still love him with all my heart. He knows how to cheer me up whenever I'm sad. Home is when my mom gives me the perfect hug. Her smile is something I'll remember forever. Her kindness, laughter, and hugs. Home is where love lives.