I am from a house that is hidden from sight by the foliage around it

I am from a room just big enough to be comfortable

I am from sitting at a desk that is cluttered with photos of friends

I am from the fresh scent of flowers drifting down the driveway

I am from the warm feeling of sun streaming in on my back from the skylight

I am from the satisfying sound of an arrow finding its mark

I am from the occasional nerf wars with Scott and his friends

I am from my coach saying that it would be a crime not to play me

I am from the nickname tallititis

I am from the nickname mud

I am from the rumors that I hear about me

I am from my brother saying “get out of my space”

But I am five feet away

I am from my brother’s unusually amazing cooking

I am from the sweet tang of Shabbat wine

I am from La Corneta burritos on weekends

I am from french toast on Saturdays

I am from roast beef, mayo, mustard, swiss, and meat sauce sandwiches

I am from almond butter on toast in the middle of a Sunday

I am from a hot bowl of ramen on the plane

I am from sitting in synagogue on Saturday

I am from seneakily doging my mother’s kisses

I am from playing on the Xbox at my dad’s house

I am from sitting in a deliciously warm and fuzzy panda onesie

I am from hot chocolate that isn’t too sweet but not too bitter

This is where i’m from