I am from,

Struggling to create that perfect pumpkin so clear in my mind while the one outside looks nothing like it,

And two cotton stuffed puppies resting on my pillow wondering where the third went as I drift to sleep.

I am from, 

Passing by a window with sunlight seeping through and finding that the view is so shocking even though I see it every single day,

And the smooth wooden floor ideal for sliding on with slippery socks.

I am from,

Accomplishing that canvas filled with color and imagination as a next brilliant idea enters my head.

This is where I am from.

I am from, 

Doctor Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy and Wonder Woman posters sticking to my milky white wall,

And gradually making my way down that steep mountain wrapped in white powdery snow while not regretting to switch to snowboarding. 

I am from,

Proudly getting that swim test bracelet while freezing chlorine water absorbs into my bathing suit,

And chilly bike rides to Ocean Beach, and sunlit rides up to Hawk Hill.

This is where I am from.

I am from,

Eating that thick and creamy Italian pasta with freshly cut oregano sprinkled on top and,

Leaping down the stairs to get that bowl of Cheerios, Puffins and Special K soaked in milk,

And walking home from school with the sun beating down on me ready to feel the cold air conditioning wash over me at the bodega.

I am from,

Eating dinner with close friends at the Connecticut Yankee while burgers fill our minds,

And struggling to shield the steaming hot pepperoni pizza while cold drops of rain soak my hair.

This is where I am from.

I am from,

Coming home from a sizzling hot day while chilled fruit smoothies sit on the counter,

And drowning in my couch every Friday ready to watch a movie with that mouth watering pizza on its way 

I am from,

Waking up to sunshine leaking through my curtains while tightly wrapped presents sit patiently downstairs,

And racing around the house eager to win the bounty of finding all of the vibrant-colored Easter eggs 

I am from,

Reading “‘Twas the night before Christmas” on Christmas Eve while people start drifting to sleep,

This is where I am from.

I am from,

Leaping out of the car after 5 hours of watching Spongbob while the smell of pine trees fills my lungs,

And gazing out the window eager to explore while nature paints the land.

I am from,

Bright red and gleaming plums holding tight to the tree while I investigate to find the most delicious one,

And struggling to carry our loud suitcases along the hot and sticky streets of Brooklyn, New York while wondering where our apartment is hiding.

I am from,

My teeth chattering at a gallop as I get out of the bitter cold pond outlined with plants and algae.

This is where I am from.

I am from,

“Please get the mountain of clothes off your floor!!” And, 

“Temma and Bruno get off your screens and come to dinner!”

I am from

 “Cool fuzzy socks” and, 

“Burgers or ramen for dinner tonight?”

I am from,

“Give me back my charger!!!” And 

“Temma stop taking selfies on my phone!”

 I am from 

“TURN DOWN THE MUSIC!!!!” And 

“Temma, can you play video games now?”

This is where I am from.

 I am from,

An adventure-seeking room filled with unique treasures that surround me with sweet memories,

And that cold and slobbery tongue inching across my face as the morning sunrises.

I am from,

Loud music coming from the garage as my ears start to hurt,

And sweet chicken cutlets filling the house with rich smells. 

I am from,

A brown shimmery dog curled up like a sweet chocolate donut on a dull red bean bag,

And reading on the couch, grey as the fog climbing the hills as a dog beside me chokes on her foot.

This is where I am from.