Turning the key to my new home, the lock clicked open. I turned the handle and pushed the door open setting my bags down next to it to take in the scene. I slowly poked around in the three bedrooms, and bathroom. I browsed the kitchen, the air felt crisper here. Scratched countertops filled with happiness and warmth of the people before. I made my way to the backyard, an oasis of green. The grass was lush, soft; not a sharp sticker in sight. Chainlink fences covered in vines so thick you can’t see the other side, but the sight is refreshing, everything i’ve yearned for. This is a place to call home.