Home is not just a place

Home is not just a place, it’s like a warm blanket wrapped around me. It’s the feeling of hugs and kisses from my parents before bed. It’s the taste of hot chocolate after sledding on the hill at the end of my street. Home is the smell of supper being made in the kitchen after school. Home is the sound of my dog’s nails tapping on the floor when they’re excited. Home is the sight of school pictures on my wall that you see when you first walk in. Home is not just a house— it’s memories.