My Home is Where I Want To Be

My Home Is Where I Want To Be My home, the place where I grew up, learned and the place where I can see my loved ones. My home is not a house, my home is where me and my family can be together. No matter what happens my home is my sanctuary, a place for me to belong. My home is my people. The people who cared for me and who made me who I am today, that is what my home is to me. Not some box with furniture, not some building where I live. My home is where I can smell the sweet sweet smell of my mom’s cooking, the living room where I used to always play in and my room, the place where I can rest, recover and rejuvenate. My home is where I wake up everyday, get ready for school and leave and everyday I come back and get ready for the afternoon. It is where I eat dinner with my family, watch tv and play video games. My home is something I know I can come back to when I have had a rough day at school and need a break. My home is more special than any object and it is where I want to be.