This is What I Call Home

Salty air and sand in my toes, a salty breeze blowing through my clothes. This is what I call home. Heavy snow falling down, The blanket of cold ice lays on the ground, a blanket all around. I'm rugged up in my winter coat. This is what I call home. The beeps and bonks of my sisters video game and the soft chatter of my mothers work calls. This is what I call home. Rushing out the door on school day, The never ending sea of jokes that pour out of our mouths, and the comfort I feel with friends and family. This is my home.