My meaning of home

House is a weird word . But home is special, everyone has a home, a safe place where they can be themself. Although it is hard to leave a specific house, it's hard to do a lot of things.I have two houses, one is my moms and one is my dads. I have grown up in my moms house, which is one of my homes. My dads house was new to me, it was hard to get comfortable in it, but when I started to have specific memories made,that was my other home. A home can be anywhere, at anytime, it doesn't have to be a specific house, it can be a memory a person or a place.One thing that makes a home is it is where your heart is.A house it just there, with walls and weird furniture some rooms and probably doors.A home is a safe place where you can curl up beside your parents and not feel scared anymore, a home is warm, it can be silent or loud with your siblings yelling. It is a place where you feel loved and cared for, you can be crazy, chill, or just happy and you won't be judged, you might be, by your siblings looking at you like you are a crazy person!!! A home can smell like vanilla and cinnamon candles. It might smell like a brother's sweat or a sister's perfume. You might hear fire crackling or cars honking. You might be feeling your moms hair while braiding it or feel a hockey stick while playing hockey with your dad. You might see your family gathered around the Christmas tree opening gifts. You might taste the scraped you dad made you for your birthday.That is my meaning of Home.