At Home

I love the feeling of coming home after school every day, my dog jumps up on top of me and smothers me with licks, I feel at home. Driving around town on a Saturday morning, trying to find a place to eat, sitting down to a warm breakfast of bacon and eggs, I feel at home. Traveling across the province over the break, seeing the parliament buildings and Niagara falls, I feel at home. Going for a hike in this country of mine, the smell of pine trees and maple syrup, breathing the fresh Canadian air, I feel at home.