Home

What is home? Could it be the stories that my dad tells at dinner or the bed where I sleep, the kitchen where I learn to bake. Could home be the place that makes me feel most safe? Could it be the place that makes me feel happy? Can home be a place where I have fun, or the place where I play in the sun? Could home be my family Or is it the places we travel? Could home be the mountains that I can see from the hill across the street? Can it be the adventures my family goes on? Could it be where I go for a hike, when my mom says I am a mountain goat Or when I go climbing with my dad in the afternoon, when I ask my dad, are we leaving soon? Is home the place where my dog lays upon the couch like a bean? Is home the place where I play for hours? Does home always have to be a place? Could it be a scent? That welcoming smell? Or even a taste? An adventure? Home is filled with laughter and love, where my family plays Raving rabbits at night When we joke, When we go on a spontaneous road trip. Home is the crosscountry ski trips, in the middle of winter, Home is the snowy winter days when we are cuddled up inside Home is the place where I can be myself, hang out with my family and friends Home is where I can watch my dog get off the couch just to get right back on. To me this is home.