Essay: "Home sweet home! There is no place like home"

My home is a place of heaven, I remember every corner of it, every single smell, and all the cracks, which appeared during time. The air in my house is special, every object I have in it is a memory of my childhood. Do you remember the smell of a freshly baked bread by your mother? How many times did you dream to grow older? Do you remember your first place to hide in the house?

Now I grew up and I miss my home, the moments I had in it, the feelings are beyond description. Maybe you think why I am not describing the colors, size of the house. This is because with the time the word house becomes something much more than a simple description of a room, furniture that is in it. In addition, I will tell you my sweetheart, value the place you were born, take your time by understanding the values it implies. There is no place like home, there is no other place to feel yourself other than your house. My heart is full of happiness and love, spread it and live it around yourself.