There is no place like home

Home is not always a place where I live, but a place where I feel like I belong. Home is a place of memories, and is different for everyone. For me, home is a place in the Emirates that always smells strongly of my grandma's sweet perfume, grandma’s delicious arabic warak anab, and grandpa’s cinnamon and ennis tea. It’s a large house with a small front yard filled with trees whose leaves are a beautiful light pink. To get into the house, you would have to pass a large black double-door fence, equipped with a swirly pattern, and pots of flowers on each side. Home is always filled with activity, and family. It is never boring, or lonely, and is amazing in every way I could ever imagine. Nothing bad could ever happen to me behind those black swirly gates that lead into the garden. There is no place like home.