Home a word that is used to describe a building in which we seek shelter and warmth from when we are relaxing for the day. For me it was never a building though it was a person or sometimes more then one it was people. Home is the sense of feeling comfortable, safe, loved and happy. To me I found that in people, music, reading, drawing and just being me. In 500 years that will all be memories and stories told by my kids and my kids kids. My home will be transformed into words flowing around as my happiness did as I went from family to friends and hobbies. My home will be a figment of one’s imagination but hopefully found when they are around the right people. To describe my home is to describe a boy, a man actually. He came into my life when I wasn’t looking for him and now I can’t imagine my life without him. He is my calming point, the calm after the storm, and most of all the reason i look forward to waking up everyday. My memories I make with him is my home, his laugh is the music I play when I cook, his smile being the sunrise I wake up to everyday, his hugs the comforters I wrap myself in every night. His eyes are the sea I stare at as I breath in the fresh air, his lips are the clean slate I look for at the beginning of each day. Home for me is a person and in 500 years my home will be pictures, stories and memories.

The morning starts off as any other the light tickles my eyes awake as my toes and fingers vibrate with life. I look outside and immediately my eyes are filled with the colors of the day awaiting for me. My routine begins with coffee as any day should, then is proceeded with getting dressed and fixing my hair. It is true what is said about the sense when one is incapable of working the rest see the world for you or in my case hear. My name is Amelia I work at a school as a math teacher. If I could thought I’d sneek into the band room all day, I love music and am a professional pianist, but due to my condition the school would not hire me as a music teacher so I applied as a math teacher with my degree. At 12 when all the teachers are eating lunch i sneak into the band room and play. I play till my heart floods with the rhythm and vibrations. My toes tingle with every key and are waiting in anticipation for the next key to hit. I play with my shoes off you see it allows me to feel the vibrations of the piano in order to see if I’m off key or not. It is a curious thing for me as well trying to image what such music sounds like. Is it a soft noice that makes you want to drift to sleep or maybe it is as hard as the vibrations that makes you want to get up and dance. One day I hope to know but for now I will just let me toes explore it for me.