MY HOME

In all my life I’ve had three places that have felt like home, but the one that I actually miss and wish to live in again is the one I started with. This home was in Ottawa, where Christmas times were calming and relaxing while at the same time all the rooms in the house smelled like freshly baked gingerbread man from my Mothers candles. And all the time, I used to always make snow angels in my backyard and when done, the whole backyard would be covered in little clumsy snow angels and my boots, jacket and gloves would be covered in snow. Then around 2019 or 2020 I moved to here, but thankfully I didn’t have like any friends in kindergarten so I didn’t really care much we were moving, but now that im way older now, I’ve had second thoughts about the move from Ottawa to Victoria, and now I miss it and would want to go back. Now in Victoria, my parents have sadly separated but the separation has made me meet new people who make me laugh and feel cared for at the same time. But I still get mini flashbacks of my old home and all the happy stuff from Ottawa, like when I used to visit my grandparents all the time and used to go camping with them in their trailer, also in Ottawa my mom had a woman who she worked with and I remember her inviting me and my mom to her house where her husband used to bake some cookies for us, now she and her husband have a child, also in Ottawa, I remember when I had to go to school and my mom would always rush me a little cause I used to take the bus but the bus was just right down the street from where I lived. I remember when my mom would wake me up on a Saturday morning, the sun shining through my curtains and she would get me a fresh bowl of fruit loops, back then life was nice as a 5 year old. When I grow up I would like to go to Ottawa and maybe buy that house but it would most likely be abandoned so that’s a bummer.