The Meaning of Home

I run down the stairs,almost skipping a step. My brother follows behind me,smelling the delicious food my mom just finished cooking. We sit at the dinner table with our plates in front of us. We talk about our days.The safe feeling you can’t get anywhere else fills the room,and the laughter after every joke echoes through the house. I notice how much I appreciate my family bond,and how we’re always happier when we’re together. This is what home means to me. The place I get to rest after a long day and relax on the couch. The one place I get to be wrapped in a blanket and watch a family movie,comfortable and cozy. The only place I get to truly be myself without getting judged. “Home” can mean many things,but a home without love means nothing. And a home without care isn’t a real home. Home is where you come from,the people you hang out with,the family you share stories with,and the place you always end up returning to. But home isn’t just a place,it’s a special area in your heart. It’s the warmness you feel inside when you smile. Because home isn’t a location,it’s a feeling. The best feeling ever.