Home

Home is a place of trust. For me I have two homes, my home and my Nanny’s and Papa’s home. Home is better than a house. The house reminds me of office buildings. But home feels stronger where memories live and never die down. Home is a safe place and it feels like everybody in it is so trustworthy. Home is where families gather where people love and care for you. Homes are comfy and cozy and everybody cares about everybody. At home you have big nice dinners where friends and family visit When I get home from camping in the summer my home smells so good like cleaning supplies, or sometimes cat pee which is sad. Either way homes are beautiful and a place you can feel safe and see family. You know you can cry, smile or even bake. I love coming home smelling freshly baked cookies baked by my Nanny. I just love saying the word home. Have you ever heard the saying home is where the heart is? Because I have and I support that fully. I love the weekends at my home because it's always so relaxing. Waking up to cats on my bed and stuffed animals curled around me is one of the reasons why I love waking up in the morning. I really love my homes. When I go outside and look at my home it makes me very very happy. The End