Any of the houses my mom has.

Ever since I can remember, my mom has always made a house into a home. She leaves all her signature touches to the places she lives in. In our tiny duplex apartment in Burbank she owned a clock that smelled like wood polish that had a hint of lemony freshness and would play a song on the hour, which was so annoying and loud that it would wake you up every time it rang. My mom eventually lined the clock wall with a maxi pad to prevent the bells from making any sound. Outside the duplex were trees that left little pods that had very distinct oder that smelt gross when I first arrived there but, then later learned to love it when it was mixed with the Californian heat.
I loved the summertimes when my mom would bar-b-que hot dogs and corn and we would sit in the back yard on a blanket and eat our dinner in our bathing suits. Everything seemed to be perfect.
I love anywhere my mom lives because she makes these places home but, I love the duplex because those were the times I shared with only my mom. I think about them and know that she helped me appreciate the little things in life and to recognize the times when your happy just to be with the people you love.