Home

A home is a place that gives comfort to everyone. It is because a home is filled with love and life. Much like every lucky person, I also have a home and a loving family. My home is important to me because for better or worse, it helps me belong. It makes me understand my place in time and connect with the world and the universe at large. I am grateful to have a place I can call home. I might not be in my acestral home today but I still feel at home. My home is situated in the city. It is not too mammoth nor diminutive, just the perfect size. My family lives in the home. It consists of my best father and mother. We live in our ancestral home so my home is very vintage.It is very old but remains to be super strong. There are two rooms in my home. Each family member has a unique room which they have decorated as their liking. For instance, I like the color pink. My walls are colored pink. Our lawn in front of the house has a little garden. In that, my mother is growing her own kitchen garden. She is passionate about it and brings different seeds every month to grow them out and use them in our food.The fondest memories I have in a place is my terrace. Our terrace is huge with many plants. I remember all the good times we have spent there as a family. We play there a lot when my cousins come over. Every nook and corner of my home is special to me. It makes me grateful and I appreciate my home more. Not everyone gets the fortune to have a good home and a loving family, but luckily, I have been blessed with both. I am thankful for my home because when I grow up, I can look back at the wonderful memories I made here. The walk down the memory lane will be a sweet one because of the safety and security my home has given me. It is indeed an ideal home.