Home

Have you ever thought about if a home wasn't just for walls? My home is my home and I have not moved. I'm scared that if I do it will feel too new. This has been my home for many many years. What if I do and I never improve. What about the memories we have created, the birthdays, the friends and even the house itself. Home isn't just a place it's so much more. My home gives me warm hugs and makes me feel safe.When the air fills with yummy smells I run out into the kitchen and eat with my mom. We talk about days even if they were bad and on Thursdays we get McDonalds so im not late for acro. Some nights we watch movies or just chill on the couch ,but that made me realize it's the small things you do that make the big memories. If I'm having a bad day at school my home makes it better. When I'm mad or sad because of the day I had, when I get home it makes it better. I love my home. It is the best I can't imagine if it was any different. I can be myself at home and not get judged. Home is the people inside of it who make it special. I don't know about you but I love my family even when we are upset at each other. My family is kind and sharing but what I love the most is that they support me through everything. My family always helps me with stuff from homework to cheering me on. I love my family even when there are things going on. In the end home is way more than just a place, Home can mean anything you want, people, feelings and so much more. Home is way more important than you think you just have to think about what it means to you.