Home Sweet Home

My home is where I belong and it is everything to me. It is where I feel safe and where I see the people who mean the most to me. As I pull up my driveway, and step into my magnificent house, the feeling of home washes over me. I am greeted by the delightful smell of someone cooking dinner, and the sounds of subtle, pleasant chatter. I release an immense sigh of relief because I am finally where I need to be after a long day. My home is one of the few places that I feel like I can be my true self. I no longer need to live up to society's expectations and present an outstanding persona. As I sit down at the marvelous table to share a delicious meal with my family, I am reminded that these are the people that adore me the most. I know that they will always protect me, encourage me, and cherish me more than anyone. With my family by my side I know that home will be wherever I am when we are together. Here, it is wonderful to have access to all of my belongings at my fingertips. I am spectacularly lucky to have my lovely toys, clothes and books within arms reach. My bedroom is my peaceful, held dear, hideout for me when I want to be alone, but I also know that I am almost always welcome in others’ enchanting spaces as well. I try not to take my home for granted because I am aware that not everyone has such a cherished home to call their own. I hope to create a home just as esteemed for the family I one day plan on having. My house is lovely, but my home is everything to me.