My Shelter of Comfort

My shelter of comfort is my home. When you think of a house, what do you think of? Maybe siblings, your Mom and Dad, pets, or a TV? Well, for me, I think of a loving family and a crackling fire dancing in the backyard breeze. My home is not just a home, it is a guiding beacon to lead me back home. I am satisfied with my home and I always will be. When I think of home, warm memories flood my mind, reminding me of all the good in my life. Like a bird nest, my home is a safe haven flooding with loving arms all around me. I could not think of a better place to spend time with family and friends. And that's why a home is not a house. I like my home. I was just lucky enough to have it.