Old home, new home

I am so excited to be back at this place tomorrow - it was a place I once called home, a place I have spent part of my childhood years.  When it was no longer a home, I visited as often as I could because this is where it all began - the belief that I can have a great life in this country.  It was a constant place to be missed.  Now, I can call this place "my home" again.  It's quite surreal because I have changed so much since 20 years ago, and yet this place still feels the same.  It's almost as if the time has frozen just for me.  I can still remember bits of pieces childhood memories every time I visit.  I love the idea that I could visit here because this is where home is.

I am excited to see my family.  I haven't seen them for 7 months; this is the first time I will see them since the wedding.  I can't wait to spend the outdoors with them, to walk alongside the canal and to see the breathtaking Niagara Falls.  I want to just sit in the middle of the backyard and smell the grass and the trees.  It would feel good to be with the nature and the peacefulness - not the constant traffic and concretes everywhere around me.

I'm coming home, where it used to be my old home and now my new home.