My home

A home does not simply mean a place you live in.

it's the comfort and familiarness to you.

 

Home is where your heart belongs.

it's where you feel completely safe and comfortable.

 

Maybe home to you is a specific smell,

or even a sound, or person.

 

Home could be the smell of freshly baked cookies, 

or it could be the sound of your moms keys every morning,

or is it seeing the face of your significant other?

 

Is there a person, who automatically makes you feel safe and happy, 

because you feel that they are your "home?"

 

A person's scent could bring you back memories 

and a sense of safteyness 

or the sound of their voice 

could make you feel like everything is okay.

 

Or is your house truly your home to you?

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