Writer's Block: Home is...

[ruyu]

[Error: unknown template qotd] Home is....8 years ago, when my father would wake my sisters and I up by blairing the radio to his favorite radio station. Home is waking up to the sun trying it's hardest to filter through the blanket I hung on the curtains.  Home is frying bacon so my family can eat BLT sandwiches on the patio. Home is when me and my twin sister trust each other enough to confide in one another. 

I'm not at home right now...I'm...living life.
My world is too frantic and unsatisfying for me to have a place called home.