The Meaning of Home

The Meaning Of Home Home is like a photo album because everytime I walk into a room in my house memories always pop up in my head like when I walk into the living room the memory of Christmas pops up in my head of me and my family sitting around the christmas tree opening presents. In my home it smells like my aunt’s fresh spaghetti sauce she makes, that everytime I smell in it the house I always jump up and down because I’m so excited. In my home I see all the amazing memories I made with my family. Like decorating the christmas tree while drinking hot chocolate or sitting on the couch watching a movie while eating candy, popcorn and drinking juice or some soda with my family. In my home I can hear my sisters yelling back and forth at each other. I can hear “ Crack,Crack,Crack” of cans opening and I can also hear my parents cooking amazing food in the kitchen. In my home I can touch my big, soft, blanket that i got a few years ago for Christmas it is so soft like a big teddy bear. I love that blanket so much it holds so many memories over the years I had it, its just so special for me, and still to this day i still have it. In my home I can taste the amazing chicken alfredo spaghetti my mom makes for supper. I love it so much that everytime I have somewhere else it always tastes different it nevers tastes as good as my moms. Thank you Habitat for Humanity. By: Aubree