Home

Weekday morning and the house is a buzz of noise outside my door.
It is six O'clock yet the sun is already shining brightly through the gap in the curtains. I lie; half asleep and curled up like a cat, looking over the still, shadowy mess of stuff which makes up my space. Music suddenly bursts into my ears and changes the atmosphere. I give a moan and pretend it's not morning but at least I am home where five more minutes can seem like an hour.

A splash here, a comb there as I rush to get ready. Can't be late for college I think to myself. Those five more minutes soon turns to disaster as I fly down the creaky stairs and shove things into my bag. Faster I think as I go through the living room, but where are my keys. Found on the dinning room table under a pile of paper. A dash for the door I will miss the bus for sure. Out the door and into the world; I have left home for the day I will surely miss it. I walk quickly to the bus stop, willing the bus to come on time as I pass the houses surrounding my home. I am soon on the bus listening to music which reminds me of home. my thoughts soon drift back there as I think what home is.

It surely isn't the foundation, bricks and windows since that is just a house, just the shell. No it is the decorations, the material things which make up the inside of the house making it homely and lived in. Not only that but the people we live with, our families. They make the home complete. It is remarkable how it doesn't matter if the house is the smallest or biggest as long as the family is there and content then a house is transformed into a home. Unfortunately not everyone's home is always complete. A flaw may appear which would cause decay in the home, it might be fixed, but in other cases people may have to leave and find new homes to build.

The day goes in a blur, fast but not fast enough. I am soon on the bus again, thinking about the food stored in the cupboard and fridge which I will eat when I get home. A sigh of relief, nearly there. I unlock the door, kick off my shoes and think home at last. My parents soon arrive home. A hot meal, some TV and the evening soon starts to disappear. I watch from my bedroom window in my comfortable home as the sunset displays a colourful show of gold, peach, and orange. Finally back in my warm cosy bed, curled up again but with the soft light of my ridiculous lamp and soft music lulling me to sleep. I hear footsteps on the creaking stairs which sounds almost musical I recognize them and picture my dad walking up the stairs. I turn out the light and think safe and sound, I am glad to be home.