The Meaning of Home

When I think of home, I think of my fluffy soft stuffys sitting on my bed, waiting for me to come from school. I think of me and my dad playing chess in the morning while waiting for my school lunch to be done cooking. Home reminds me of my sister’s delicious udon, I think of my mom’s tasty fruit smoothies. I think of mushrooms because my mom cooks too many mushrooms, and I have a plant that has a fake mushroom in it. I think of the only times I can sleep peacefully before someone disturbs me before I can fall asleep. Home reminds me of my plants waiting patiently to get watered, and my basil plant waiting to get picked. It reminds me of me doing all my homework, and me playing video games on my ipad. Home reminds me of me sleeping in my bunk bed with my sister. Home reminds me of pencil cases, pencils and pens because I have a lot of them. Home is the place where you can relax and enjoy things. It's the place where things don't have to make sense. Home is where you can be comfortable, where you can rest and be yourself. Home is where you belong.