A Home Is A Home For Me

I feel like a home is a base where you live and do stuff in, (OF COURSE!) you sort of get used to it after a certain amount of time. For some reason I kind of feel like I have TWO homes; my Mamma & Poppa’s house and my actual house. I feel like I have two houses because when I first moved here I lived in my Mamma & Poppa’s house for a few months when we were still looking for a house. After WEEKS of searching for a house we FINALLY found one! It was a very nice house on this street called Ingersoll. By the way, just in case you didn’t know,(I GUARANTEE YOU PROBABLY KNOW, BUT IF YOU DON’T KNOW ME VERY WELL, THEN GREAT! NOW YOU KNOW!) I used to live in Toronto! We had to move because we actually were just renting the house and the rent had expired so we had to move out. In my house I have a bunk bed and I sleep in the top and I just hangout in the bottom. I feel excited to go to the bottom bunk of my bed to rest & relax OR sit on the couch and watch television when I come home from school!