I am from...

I am from the street that cars zoom by, the sound of their engine is all I hear. And the birds are chirping everywhere. The long walk down the driveway to wait for the bus. I am from the house with a bright red front door, family movie night in the man cave. Holiday movie marathon on with our friends every christmas. Some times in summer, I can still smell the buttery popcorn. I am from dog fur covered floors, Elsa is always on the TV, and PB and J’s everyday. Mom’s upstairs office with framed degrees on the walls. And Dad’s Hockey bag airing out in the garage. I am from the house that I got brought home to when I was a baby. The leather couch of many years of jumping. The only house that Brix ever new. I am from home.