The comfort of home!
With a face full of tears and a heavy heart, I leave for home after a bad day at school. I trudge along through the familiar neighborhoods that I have walked through a million times. As I walk I can’t help but wonder about each home I pass, what is happening inside of each house, which all look the same to me. I keep walking down a few streets, still overwhelmed with frustration and the chaos from my day. Lifting my eyes, I catch a glimpse of my own house peeking through the overgrown trees. Quickening my steps, I shortly arrive at my porch. I fling open the door feeling overwhelmed from my day. Instantly, my sadness seems to melt away as the familiar fragrance and loving warmth wash over me. How can walking through this doorway have such an influence of calmness and comfort to me? As I stand in the doorway surrounded by the joy and excitement of my siblings and the reassuring presence of my parents, everything feels at peace again. I realize at that moment that a “home” is where we will always belong. No matter the size, location or quality of your house, it can always be a loving home. Home is not defined by a building. Home is created by the love and people that fill it. As Henry David Thoreau once said, “I have learned that even the smallest house can be a home”. Home is a place where you can get perspective, where your dreams are revived. A place to remember your childhood. Home is a place where you can truly be yourself, and a place where your deepest dreams and hopes emerge. Home is rich with memories. The door frame that is cracked because of a rowdy game or the paint splat on the wall from a day of crazy art. Home is the place where we store the sum of every memory we have. Though it may seem empty and plain to visitors, to me it is bursting with beautiful colors and abounding with joy. Home is a place that will always be there to embrace you after a hard day. My home is a place of comfort and love.

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