Home to me...

Home to me doesn't always have to be a place where you live. Home to me is my grandparents, the water rustling against the shore or running with the dogs in the big field of grass. Home to me isn't always where you stay. Home to me is trying to race the dogs around the house in the summer, or in the winter skating on the pond working on my hockey skills with my Papa. Home to me is where all the bad memories just disappear. Home to me is my whole family meeting up for Christmas wearing matching pjs, little things so small as just skating on a pond that make memories forever. Even though I'm not physically, there I'm mentally there in my heart.