Home

Is home the place I text my friends? Is home the place my message sends? Is home the place I watch tv? Is home the place I want to be? Home means cuddling up on the couch and watching hockey or car shows with my dad. Home means telling my mom about my day every night. Home means listening to Billie Eilish or Taylor Swift with the bass up on my headphones in my room. To me, home is cheering on my favourite teams or screaming because I died in Fortnite with my friends. To me, home is listening to my dad talk about his day or him telling me how he hates Uber drivers so much. Home is the place I let out my fears. Home is the place where I dry up my tears. Home is the people you love all in one place, that can never be erased.