My Place

Home is where my imagination lives and where happiness lives. It does not matter if you have 1, 2 or 3 houses. There is always one home. Like where you wake up and eat pancakes and embrace the warm hugs and the sun shining in your face. And where you hear birds chirping. Or maybe you wake up to cars, maybe trucks, honking. Home is where your beginning starts but not always were your end ends. So, when you’re at home make the most of it. Maybe bake with your parents. Life is a journey that never ends. Well, it does and it’s really sad. But thank you Habitat for Humanity for helping find homes. You make me smile. There is always a first home, never a last home.