The Meaning of Home

My home, blossoming and evolving, constantly everyday, cherishing, and commemorating my nostalgic memories. Continuously, completing my routine everyday, spending time with family and making new friends, earning new privileges, completing my work, running upstairs, playing with my siblings, having new adventures and having fun every moment. My home is where my family thrives, the same sacred place where I prospered my entire life. Through the door, lovely welcoming messages arise, just like power gushing through me, excitement bursts through, emotions mix, I never know what surprises come through, transitioning out of the world to my thriving sacred space, this is just the entrance of my special place. Living room with my family arise, fun and entertained with the TV nearby, unwinding on the sofa with a fan blowing by, cooling and relaxing until night time. The kitchen with mysteriously delicious scents, gushing with steam and flames cooking, the utensils clanking with the table ready, I never know what I’m eating until it’s ready. Bedrooms, our personal space, relaxing cushions with comfy mattresses, night time emerges, it's time to take a nap, dreaming, regaining energy, until a new day. Home office with machines and papers, stamping and working until a day off. Developing and learning with new ideas taking flight, printing paper work until the job routine is off. Bathrooms where the mirror takes hold, reflects my face to remind me about myself, cleansing my body until I’m purified. Attic and basement, the abandoned places, only for storage, forgotten objects just left there, mixture of emotions, memories pass through. Garage with cold air and cars, all outside activities roam in the garage, old tools,and oily toolboxes. Garage is needed to roam the world. But truly a home is a habitat for humans. Everybody deserves a home.