Where I Belong

When looking for a home you think to yourself do I belong? For where I belong is my home. Home is as safe as it can be. Can’t you agree? The feeling of being at home as I comb my hair, The sight of the Canadian winter woods oh so how unfair, the taste of my poutine with such freshly cheese. The scent of the pine trees in the forest you can’t disagree! The lovely winter walks up and down, back and forth on the brown hiking trail. All of the clouds hovering above my head as I pick out my Christmas tree. Sitting down playing with my dog so beastly. Me, writing my math incorrectly. All these things happen in my home directly.