Where I Can Just be Me

Staring at the ceiling at night, I wonder, what is home? Leaving my home country, waving goodbye, To a place foreign, a place unknown. Moving from hotels to hotels, To them, they’re the people; I’m the guest. A new place, with foreigners everywhere, Me wishing we never left. Scared, new, lost at sea, With strange things in every corner. Now it’s been almost five years, And now I love it here, a place to soar. Canada is my home, But what about Korea? Isn’t that home too? At a new house now, But it’s not permanent, we’ll have to leave soon. So is this house just a place to stay? Even with all the memories I made? Now I realize, There's more to home than just a place. It can be anything I feel my love resides, Anything I feel at home with every day. I can have lots of homes, All of them different and unique. They can be temporary, or long ago, But it can still be home, in my heart, for me. Like Canada, Korea, my family, my friends, My room, stuffies, books, and school. My bed, singing, my mom’s milkshakes, From volleyball to drawing, libraries, the pool. Writing, swimming, reading, and more, These are some things that feel like home. Going on road-trips, skiing down Whistler, Making snowmen, skating, snowball fights. Eating ice cream, beach-trips, picnics, My dad’s spaghetti, seeing northern lights. Going through hard problems, And tough spots in life. But standing together, We can do everything right. All of this and more is home. I know this because they make me feel relaxed, Known, Seen, Calm, Loved. Home makes me feel like I can belong, Let go of my worries and just be enough. Home makes me feel Like I can just be me.