Home

I look around, Feel the cool winter breeze in my hair. To my left to my loving parents To my right an unfamiliar place I feel an unsure feeling of where we are It's new and unusual I don’t like it I look down seeing my dog And left to my family And realize It's not the place, It's the people, I tell myself now I don’t have to be sad that things are changing I can be excited that new things are approaching And I can be relieved that my home, my family is here to experience it with me.