Home Is...

Home is… Where memories are made, memories help me get through hard times in the future. When I’m home I’m surrounded with people who care. Whenever someone leaves the door to take the dog for a walk or to go get the cat because it’s dinner time, I’m always asked to come, sometimes I do but sometimes I’m too tiered, but that’s okay. When I’m at home all feelings are allowed, sad, mad, happy, scared, exited and lots more. Whenever I have something I’m nervous about, I always get equal the amounts of hugs as the amount of encouragement. Home always follows my heart. Whether I’m on the other side of the world or next door. Home can never be just a house with wood or stone, it’s a place where you’re happy and loved. Home is not somewhere you feel lonely. When I come home from school or sports I open the door and I get welcoming kisses from my dog. There is always the amazing smell of dinner comes wafting my way. Usually our cat comes over to meow at me for dinner. That’s what home means to me, family, pets and lots of love.