Home

when I leave for collegeand my room becomes an officemy closet a small atticand my pillows and pictures and trophies and ribbons are put awaywhere will home be?in my small, stuffy dorm, all stale cereal and loud music?the new office?and when exactlywill home be my own house and I turn my child’s pink-walled room into an office?well, home isn’t where the trophies arehome is with the people you love: somaybe we have lots of homes and maybethe whole world is our home but why, then,does hot homesickness flood your throat atsleep-away camp and what exactly are yousick for? the familiarsound of the door open-creak, thump-thump-cool smoothfloor-under-feet, close-your-eyes spaghetti smell and mom’s-voice-happyâ€Å"you’re home†