Definition of...HOME

Theres somethin precious and special about coming home.
Coming back to where it all started.
The Place you spend your countless hours doing everything from laundry to homework, to babysitting your neighbors kids.
The energy source.
Its like finding something lost in a world of chaos. and i guess it is.
When the world throws you around, when you feel used and worn, where do u go?
You go home.
A house awaits you, but its not just a house. Its a home.
A home is where love finds joy and they both meet peace.
It creates a combination of family, friends, food, conversation, laughter, sometimes
some yelling, but a heck of a lot of love.
A home doesnt have to be full of family either. Its the people you love that count. Not who gave you your hazel eyes or your cute nose or your freckles. Its who stood by you. Who "loved you when you werent so lovable".

Its the smell of dryer sheets on laundry day.
The blair of cartoons as everyone gets up in the morning.
The smell of grilling before dinner.
Phones ringing.
The dog barking.
Neighbor kids continually knocking on the door.
Your mom yelling at you from the across the house, calling you by your first AND middle name.
That funky sound your fridge makes in the middle of the night, every night.
These are the qualities of a home lived in.
And this is what home means to me.