What does home mean to you?
To some it is waking up to the rain rhythmically tapping on the window,
For others it’s the sensation you receive when you smell what’s for dinner,
For me home means…..
Curling up under a blanket spending time with my thoughts while outside the sky is a chaos of booms and crashes,
Opening my eyes to find my dog sprawled out at the foot of my bed,
The endless work the garden throws at you,
Arguing with my sister about who got the bigger slice of cake,
Home shouldn’t be perfect,
It doesn’t need to be messy either,
It’s just supposed to be a place where you can breathe and belong