Home is the wild Atlantic ocean and forests of Nova Scotia. It’s the busy streets and beautiful buildings of Ottawa. It’s a four bedroom red brick house in a small town called Russell. Home is the quaint house and gorgeous yard of my grandma and grandpa’s. The tiny little house on main street in Radville that I first called my own. It’s a quarter of land with the simple title of SW35-4-18-W2. Home to me is sunshine, blue skies, greenness, pretty flowers, and gravel roads. A bookcase full of my favorites and words that speak to me. It’s the eternal warmth I feel in both of my sisters arms. It’s my dad’s laugh. The glimmer in my kids’ eyes. Home is wherever I have felt alive.