It threw me in so fast.

It was a new new,

and I hadn't felt anything like it before,

It was an empty room,

waiting to be furnished

with memories and possibly regret,

It didn't love me

like they did.

It greeted me with a firm handshake,

"Welcome to your new home,"

then went off, you know it's a very busy city, you see.

I was surrounded by culture,

a new new, happenings all around, people,

people I've never seen,

people who won't remember my face

or name or what makes me come alive

It was strong, like an ocean hand,

it took me to a somewhere, a spot I couldn't point to on a map

I realized it didn't need to scare me.

It won't always be it. It will eventually be home,

I'll fill this room with people and things,

maybe put some polaroids on that shelf,

a fireplace would look good over there,

maybe I'll even get us a dog!

That way someone would always be happy when we got home.

It'd feel like the door was smiling at me.

it is my home, after they told me to fly away, home will become a cozy thing.

And my dog will greet me like he means it.

It is my home,

and home isn't a scary thing no more,

it wants me to love,

so I will.

I will love, and love, and love

until it is not here anymore.

It can't scare me,

not in this house,

with our warm fireplace,

our dogs, and our family,

This is home. I know it so well I could

trace it with my eyes closed.