The Feelings of My Home

My home has many feelings. Some are happy some are not, but nevertheless, it still feels like home. Home is what I feel as a warm, cozy, and comfortable hug. When my sisters bug me, I just ignore them and just keep going on with my day. Sometimes, I go to my bedroom because my bedroom feels like home. My bedroom feels like home because it’s cozy, warm, comfortable, calming, and happy because it brings me together after a crash out. My house is just a structure with walls, a roof, and floor, but my home is all of the above, with lots of love.