The Home Where I Live

Welcome to my home! I hear music from the food trucks in the Church parking lot every Friday afternoon. I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping and trains passing by, and I hear the elevator, just outside the door. I wake-up my dad, time to get ready for school. I see my friend at the bus stop. we have a little chinwag as the bus pulls up. The garage is loud, but at night, there is no sound. With a Church nearby, I can pray to live here for as long as I can. with the subway nearby, transportation is simple. with a friend living nearby, I have some entertainment. If I move, I will never forget where I live before. I love my home.