What A Home and A House Means to Me

I love my cozy home because of the warm vanilla smelling candle and my fluffy cat. I love her! A house is just a bunch of rooms stuck together. I love my home because of the yummy food and my soft bed that makes me feel like I’m on a fluffy pink sugar coated candy cloud and millions of silky pillows. A house is just strangers walking into your house in shaded night. A home can be anywhere: an apartment, camper, or tent, as long as you have family that u love and things that you love, it’s home. It’s memories filling the air, it’s love and kindness. I know it’s not much, but I’m happy to have it all.