Home Isn't Always a House

Home Is a feeling, not just four walls and a ceiling. It stays with you, even if you can’t always tell from the view. The earthy and dirty smell that fills my nose after its pours. The peaceful, mellow sound of waves on the shore. Buzzing bees, colour changing trees. Home is not just a house but something more. Blasting my favourite song and singing along. Home is where I feel like I belong. A tight hug from my mom that makes me feel calm. Knowing all that is lifelong. Fresh green grass that makes me sneeze. The relaxing warmth of the summer breeze. In winter everything turns white and I start to freeze The warm festive smell of a fresh balsam candle. When my sister is supposed to watch me but she needs to be handled. The agonizing beep of my alarm clock, and my tired morning voice telling it to stop. My family and friends, Sandy beaches that never end. The bark of a dog, gray spring fog. My sister constantly being told at dinner to get her feet off my chair, And her white puma socks left everywhere. Bags and clothes on the stairs ledge waiting to be carried up. The loud, crackling sound of grinding coffee beans waking me up. Watching my favorite show snuggled in bed. Memories of laughter at my dinner table fill my head. Home is a warm feeling of love and trust and glistening blue sky above us. Home can be somewhere you travel to find. It's a feeling that can not always be defined. Home is my parents effortlessly kind words. The peaceful sound of chirping birds. Clear blue seas. And swinging palm trees. Home isn't always a place or a thing, It can be a feeling. Home has a special place in everyone’s heart. Home is made up of many parts, Joy, comfort, safety and love being shown, all piece together to make my home my own. Home will follow you wherever you go, I think you will feel it now that you know. Home is not always a building or town. I think home has to be found.