Home is a Feeling

Home is a feeling, words can not describe. Home is a warm place, snuggling with pillows and blankets all around, while drinking toasty hot chocolate next to the flaming fireplace. Home makes you feel safe inside, for when you feel scared. It’s where you can be yourself, laugh out loud or cry quietly and never have to hide. Home is where your mind can rest, a place I always love the best. Like going on a calm vacation and your worries can quickly fade away. Home feels peaceful on quiet days, just like a lazy river flowing slowly. Or the trees gently swaying in the forest, and give you hope when life gets noisy, or when the world feels so big. Home is where kindness lives and grows, in small moments you can’t see. It’s in the hugs and quiet smiles, and the love that’s meant to be. It’s in the laughter shared each day, the warmth you feel when someone cares. Home is a place where hearts feel safe, and memories fill the air. At home after long hard days, smiles are given freely to people you love the most, because the jokes you tell make my day. Home is knowing people care, even after mistakes you have made. Being loved for who you are, Not for who you try to be. It is being loved for who you are, not who you seem. Even with the thing you do wrong, they always seem right to me. Home is much more than walls and a roof, it is a feeling, a hug for your heart.