A Home is Not Just a House

My house isn't just a house, it's the place I grew up in, it has become a part of me and my heart. I wouldn't care about my home if it was just a house because a house is just a basic structure existing around me, not to me personally but my home is a part of who I've become. My home isn't just my safe place, it's the place I've grown up in and that means something's not only deep and dear but also true and wholesome. For example, when I come home from school the tension on my shoulders disappears and I feel a sense of relief wash over me. I can smell the sweet smell of my dads cooking in the air. I hear the laughter of my family. The moment I am home I feel relaxed because I can change into my comfy clothes and have a break. At night when I get ready for bed and lay in my comfy cool sheets the feeling could never be matched. It feels like I'm being hugged by my guardian angel on the clouds in heaven with all my loved ones. Though of course, regardless of what you do you can't beat the feeling of being cuddled up in blankets with your family on the sofa with a comedy playing with ice cream and hot coco. A house is boring and is nothing compared to a home because a home is sweet and will always be unmatched. Home is like a rainbow; it's bright, colorful, and full of warmth. You could look out the window and see the leaves falling off the branches in harmony. So your home isn't just a house..it's yours and yours to keep only.