Home

Since I am home for the weekend, I find myself alone in my room, a rare event in Logan. As I sit in my bed, I am looking through my notebook and I run into this poem I wrote right before heading to college:

I go around this neighborhood

Relive my childhood

The memories in the back of my head

The times that I will never forget

Now I'm 18, my whole life now ahead

Who will I be? Where will I go?

These streets are so familiar to me

Yet I have to go, I can't look back

Never have I been away for more than two weeks

This home has always been my only home

I leave with what things I have

Hoping that I won't have to come back

Plan is to go and make something of me

Define who I am, and what I will become

But yet, these streets seem so familiar to me

This is my home, my only home