My Second Home

My second home is filled with worlds bound by parchment, waiting to be discovered and balls nearly missing my head because people are careless and unapologetic. There are people who tell bad jokes like,” Why did the panda cross the road? (Silence). Because it was the chicken’s day off. (Silence)”, okay fine that's just me. It’s filled with the smell of uneaten vegetables and sounds like people saying things like,”This place is a prison”. Don’t forget about the numbers, so many numbers, there is also the sounds of graphite scribbling and people tapping on magic, foldable boxes where people pretended to do work. There are people who enjoy submerging themselves in frozen water and calling balls of stacked frozen water ‘,Snowmen”. It has laughter and the warmth of kindness, not real warmth, Canada is a cold country. Home doesn’t need to be a place you sleep, a place you own. It just means you feel home plus it has my friends, my second family. Thank you Habitat for Home for sponsoring this!