Home

Home is like the rain tap, tap, tapping on my roof when I am going to sleep, with the dream of jumping in deep puddles in the cold morning . Knowing I will come inside 30 minutes later and grab a blanket to keep warm. Home is like sitting on the beach knowing I will go to summer camp the next day and fish my heart out. Home is like the leaves falling off the trees, calm yet existing . Home is like waking up in the morning on a snowy day, building a snowman and sledding after hockey practice. In the end everything comes to an end, that's why you should enjoy life but always enjoy coming home.