My perspective

My home is busy, the way I would call it. Always active. I love it because I am also busy. When I come in it is alive with emotion. The scratch of my dog at the door, the wafting smell of my mother cooking, the tap-tap of my father at the computer and seeing my brother doing his daily homework. I love it for many reasons but none more than comfort because I feel free when I get home. Most have a home but some don’t. I am grateful for this and will be willing to share if someone needs it. This is how I feel about home. Always comforting and welcoming.