My story down the road of home

Home is where I feel welcomed and loved. I love home because at the end of a long day, I can see my family. Home is long road trips with my family. Home is coming in from the rain, To a cozy atmosphere. Home is like a book, It has many stories, Chapters, And emotion. Home is running up hills, Feeling the wind in my face. I hear the rain on the windows when I’m sleeping. Home is a big blanket. Home is walking into the sun and laying on the grass, Staring at the sky. Home is beef stew from mom. Home is my happy place.