No Place Like Home

Home isn’t just a set of walls, pictures, and a roof. It’s where my house flows with memories, and overflows with love and warmth. Home is where my Sister and I perform, is where I open the door. The sound of my grandfather's clock that’s been around since the First War goes “Click, Clock, Click, Clock” Home is where the people that love you more than you could imagine live. Where family game night starts and ends. Even if it’s cold out, we can make a fire and make s’mores, which is always fun to do. Home is where you see your parents after a long day, they give you hugs and ask you how your day was. Nothing about someone else's house is the same as yours, not the same love, not the same cooking, not the same warmth, same nothing.