Although I was born in San Francisco I have grown up in the same house for 16 years, a medium size house on the bay. It is because I grew up in that house is why it feels like home to me.
Home can be anywhere for anyone. But what matters is the people you are with, if you are not with the people you love and don not feel happy or safe, then it’s time to go home. Find the people that make you happy and safe, whether it be family, or a best friend.
I have a big family, one sister 20 years old a crazy, beautiful, and athletic girl, a 17 year old brother also athletic and 6ft 7 and one of the funniest guys I know. My parents they are divorced but both loving people who want the best for me. And last but definitely not least my little doggie, the one that has been with me through everything and has the best personality, my little Maggie.
I am happiest when at home, home is one of the only places I can be myself. At home I have done many things, many firsts, like my first steps or first words. But my home makes me want to stay there it is inviting and I just feel relieved when I walk up the front steps up to the front door because I know they drama of life will leave once I step through my front doors. My home is a place for relaxation and serenity.
My home is not like others, yes it has the basic layout and most of the same things as everyone elses. But my home is very special to me, even if I did not live there I would want to spend time their. My house starts with a big open living room filled with bright colors and lots of light, the living room leads to a very italian style kitchen.
But it doesn’t matter where you are as long as you are happy and with the ones you love mos t.
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