Comfort.
That is what comes to mind.
The place I so long for after a long day.
The familiar smell of vanilla-scented candles lingers in the air as I open the front door.
The door I’ve opened multiple times in my life.
The place that holds my worst and best days.
A space where I can relax and take a breath
While I’m surrounded by baby pictures my parents proudly put up
The noises on the ceiling of the feet of small children are heard as they run around excitedly.
The Miniature Schnauzer barks away, as people go up and down the brown stairs.
The sound of cars honking and trains leaving to their next stop.
The simple rooms are no longer colorful as they were seven years ago.
The yellow kitchen, where countless meals have been made and served
And where me and my siblings bicker
The hallway where my siblings would play with a bouncy ball.
The same home I’ve been going to for as long as I remember
—By Jennifer Loja