The Feeling of Home

Home… it could mean a lot of things. For some people it’s family for others it’s memories… but for me home isn’t a person or thing it’s a feeling. As I walk into my home I am greeted by my family and the mouthwatering aroma of borscht and perogies and the other delicious goods getting cooked, baked, boiled or fried for me to eat with my family after a long day of work. After the amazing food has settled in my tummy I hear high pitched squeal from my guinea pig Rick. When I turn around, I see black, brown and white guinea pig standing on his back legs asking for food. After I give him some fresh lettuce, he puts it in his mouth and brings the lettuce to his “cave” that’s made of soft blankets, he sits there and enjoys his lettuce. When Rick quiets down I go play video games until I am called for dinner and I am yet again greeted by the unique mouthwatering aroma of rice and different kinds of meat. There are a lot of feelings in this world but the feeling of home has a special place I my heart.