Home is where the heart is

I personally think that home is a little world where one lives according to his/her own rules. It’s a place where you feel comfort, warmth and reliability. And I believe that it’s not the size of the place where you live that matters, but the way you feel about it. And if your house is not just a building for you but a place that you can call home, it means that you want to stay there as long as possible and it’s a place where you always want to return to.

The importance of home is depicted in languages of all the nations: we say “East or West, home is best “, the English say “My home is my castle”. Home is a place that awakens the most pleasant feelings and high emotions in soul of every person. Always after a hard day I return home and think “At last I came home”. For me there is no place like home.

I’m sure that home of a person is as much a reflection of his personality, as the clothes he wears, the food he eats, the books he reads and the friends he spends his time with. Homes reflect the way of life and habits of their owners.

I adore my home; I like to be there, because it’s always filed with happiness and joy. Even after the first few minutes in our flat you can understand all hospitality and friendliness of this place and the family which lives there. Our flat is very warm and cosy, so it makes any person feel at home. It’s the place where I wake up every morning to the refreshing smell of coffee from the kitchen and where every day of my life starts, that’s why it is so important for me.

My home, my sweet home… Sometimes after a long journey I return home with such pleasure and happiness, that I feel myself like a baby that returns to its mother. I love every corner and every thing in my flat. “My home is my fortress”, it is my territory, my place where I feel good and comfortable. And nobody can disturb me here.