A House is just a Building

A house is just a building Home is a place I can be myself. I get to feel my soft bed and my fuzzy, cozy, blue, fluffy blanket. I see my curious but strange dog as soon as I walk in the door when I’m back from school. I go up to my room or my cave/lair/headquarters. I taste whatever snack I sneakily racooned into my room that day. I come down when I’m called for dinner and I smell whatever delicious meal my mom cooked us that day. I hear the music I put on depending on how I am feeling that day. Then I hop into bed and thank everyone, my mum, my dad, my sister … and so on for my beautiful home. But a house is just a building that doesn’t hold people, memories or loved ones. It does not feel as safe or cherished as a home. Nothing compares to home because a home is like the outside shell of a snail. It protects you, keeps you happy, and keeps you warm and cozy.