This is where you're meant to be

As the driver slows the bus, I look out the window. I hear the faint sounds of carolers. I see a thick layer of snow, Christmas lights trying to peak through. I drift off to a dream. A dream I've had before. Not a memory, but I remember as if it were yesterday. I have the key to my first real home. I unlock the door to find wooden chairs behind a small countertop, a long sofa with multicoloured pillows. This is where I'm meant to be. Sliding doors to a small backyard with a picnic bench. This is where I'm meant to be. Tall stairs that lead up, up, up! All the way to one cozy bedroom with a fluffy blue blanket. This is where I'm meant to be. A bathroom with white tiles. I couldn't ask for more. I imagine feeling an emotion I haven't felt in ages. Happiness. When I wake up, I begin to feel sad. The bus stops and I feel something in my pocket. I fish it out and almost as if it were magic, a key appears! There's a note connected to it. It says, Merry Christmas Jeff, from Habitat for Humanity. Address 2414B Marshall Rd. This is where you're meant to be. And instantly, I know, this will be the best Christmas yet.