What Home Means to Me

My home is like a big, warm, fluffy blanket. Each room is filled with a different meaning. Imagine home as a book; Every room has a different page but maby one room has more than another. They all mean the same thing to me. The Entrance My entrance is a wonderful way to greet people, it's nice but not always clean it’s were everyone comes in and goes out. It’s a happy place, but it can be sad. The kitchen the kitchen is our happy place we spend most of our time baking, cooking and eating it’s were my mom stays in the most. The Livingroom It’s the place my family lives in mostly. We play fun games we watch funny movies we also have movie nights. We pretty much do anything in this space. Every year we set up for Christmas, so we must move everything around and clean up! In conclusion, home isn’t just a place or building, it’s what I call a treasure chest. Everywhere I go I will never get lost. I will always love home and always belong to home. And home will always be my happy place. That's what home means to me.