The Right Home

It is very tearful when you move home to home, I miss everything, even the garden gnomes. I love my room, I love my bed, but when I leave, that home feels dead. I might have to go to a new school, But there I won’t feel as cool. I make memories in every house, But then my new house, there’s nothing but a mouse. When I move into a new neighbourhood, I feel so alone, I might have to find a new tone. I play with my dog, I play with my friends, I really hope this life will never end.