Eating warm fluffy french toast dipped in sweet, sticky brown syrup on weekend mornings

Playing goalie for my team when I never want to 

Watching the candles on the menorah die out every night on Hanukah

I am from the almost deafening sound of the non-stopping barks at my grandparent’s house

Always hoping to get my own bedroom

I am from mixing the pale parmesan cheese into the delicious buttered pasta 

Walking in the tall trees and sitting down on the cold, pokey woodchips on Yom Kippur 

I am from looking down at the valley far below my house

Celebrating immensely with my team after winning the ‘Halloween tournament’

Waiting eagerly for the cookies I can smell throughout my tiny house

Eating my Grandmothers amazing dinner every thanksgiving

I am from climbing into my moms freezing car every morning

The non-stop hope of getting a dog

My Grandma’s golden mashed potatoes straight out of the oven

Always fighting with my sister for the front seat

I am from looking out the window at the blinding fog on Twin  Peaks

Winning the volleyball championship with my new school

Getting food from Whole Foods when my mom is away

Receiving cards with poems on them from my grandparents

I am from being stuck in quarantine

Always wanting to go play soccer

This is where I’m from