Home Isn't A Place

Home isn’t a place, it's my family. Home is a place where family sticks together. Home is the love and support I feel around my family. Home is where we all sit in laughter surrounded by warm meals. Home is wherever my family is. Home is my family. When I walk in the bright teal door, it always takes me a try or two to unlock it. My dad says he's gonna fix it but he never ends up doing it. I hear the sound of laughter as I set foot into my home. I see my dog rushing up to me as I walk in the door. She jumps on me and gives me kisses. I see the pretty chandelier as I walk into the kitchen, where I smell the scent of my parents cooking.On snowy winter days, I feel the warmth of my heating blanket. I see my dog snuggling up on my cozy bed. On hot summer days I walk out and see my parents sitting on the porch. I see my dog sitting on the lawn with the sun shining in her eyes. In my driveway the bikes that my family uses together are leaning against the lawn. All the memories of home aren’t made of four walls and bricks. They're made by my family and the love they show me. Home is where I feel safe and comfortable. Home is where I am welcome. Home is my family and I.