My Loving Homes

My homes to me are places where I feel safe and proud, my homes to me are places where I can feel myself and can let my stress float away. I am always supported lovingly by my family, although they might get angry I know they still love me with all their heart. My home is my mom and dad openly giving me a nice, squishy hug and enjoyable love. My home is opening my door tiredly doing my homework and waiting impatiently for the yummy yummy dinner my parents make. Home is the safest place on earth to me. I feel bad for the people that don’t have a welcoming home but I also feel grateful that I have an enjoyable home. A good home is not just a building with walls and a roof it's also a place filled with happiness and love. I may get hurt but my family helps me get through with just a few words. When I move, I never forget my old home and all the fun, cozy memories me and my family made and can’t wait for the new ones upcoming in my adventure of a lifetime. Home is me moving house to house because my dad and mom are divorced but that's okay, they still love me. Home to me is the chair I always swing around on in summer drawing or playing video games. Home can be very, very cozy.I like playing and reading manga inside while it's snowing outside and looking outside at the building up snow flakes. Everybody has a home.