My Comfort Place

Whenever I go home from school or any place, I feel this sense of comfort. I just feel really comfortable as I reach all the places I made memories at. The living room where I watched movies with my aunt, my bedroom where my mom would tell me goodnight, the kitchen where I would help cook breakfast. It’s all so familiar, I just have this feeling of comfort when I come to my comfort place. The place where I celebrated all my birthdays, where I had sleepovers with my friends, where I always arrive at after a tiring day. My home is always the place I go to, I belong to this place. After everything that’s going on in my life, as I approach my home I can imagine it reaching out to me with open arms. At the end of the day home doesn't just mean a place to live to me, it brings me comfort and it reminds me of all the memories I made.