Home, Not an Object But a Feeling

Come here look, a memory is happening! I know memories happen each and every day but have you ever thought about what memories are? Well I do not know either, but let me show you what home means to me. Why don’t I invite you to my house! Oooh look, my family is making tacos; my favorite food!!!!! Now don’t just stand there, come on in. One of the reasons that I love tacos is that each time I take a bite, a burst of meat, tortilla, lemon, cilantro, and onion leave an ever lasting taste in my mouth that I hope I NEVER forget. Here's my kitchen, my kitchen is a big part of my home. My kitchen has been filled with so many smells, inside jokes, laughter, memories and so much more! Here you can make so many types of food too! I should show you my dogs Vaca Loca (crazy cow in Spanish) and Tequila (we didn’t name them). I wish I could show you a picture of them because they are so CUTE and Vaca is one of the funniest dogs I ever had. As you can see, I love my dogs and the only thing that I love equally is soccer! Soccer is my favorite sport in the world and when I am playing, I feel like I am at home. It's so fun! A reason why I like it (and sports in general) is because no matter where or what you live in or who you are, I always feel united. It's one of the only languages human beings can all understand. So thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping those in need