Where my Memories Belong

As I swiftly sprint through the rough white snow, a surge of happiness washes over me. I see the clear glass door prompting right in front of me. I grab the keys from my warm pocket. I hear them jingling, as I carefully insert them onto my apartment's harsh smart lock. The door opens and I hear the greeting of a satisfying beep sound. I stroll onwards and make my way to the cold metal elevator. I push the button and it slowly turns orange, when it finally opens. I rush inside going up and make my way up to the top floor. I steer my way to a large wooden door. Seeing my sister's smiling face, I rushed towards her open arms. I feel like I’ve reached my final destination where most of my memories belong.