I am from...

I am from a street where trains wake you up. Deer running around in our backyard feeding from our apple trees, the River crashing towards the current. I am from the house with a big deck in the back, my feet being kept warm by Max's fur, sleeping on my bed at night. Some days I still feel his comfort next to me while I sleep. I am from the living room where siblings fight over a toy. The aroma of my mom cooking fills the room, my dad working on something in the house or clearing our backyard rink. I am from my soft cat chasing me around the house the comforting smell of my grandma's cooking when I walk through the door. Feeling cozy and safe with my family at home. It is my favorite place. I am from home.