I've resided in many homes,
in many cities and towns,
in multiple countries, in my life
I
The first one I can remember was in Poland, a bright carpeted bedroom
Where I would listen to poetry audiobooks as I drifted off to sleep
I'd recite them by heart in the morning
II
When we first moved to Canada, we stayed a few nights in a motel room
I thought it was the most exciting thing ever
Eating Wendy's for dinner
III
There's a nostalgic bliss of all the time before my tenth birthday
An innocence I can only strive for in my dreams
Building forts from an old couch in my room
IV
Our very first house, but not much of a home
A backyard that lacked grass and laughter
No siderails leading to the basement
V
We never liked the view, leading to the driveway
Maybe that's why our cat ran away
And we got a new friend
VI
A blip in time, the cats multiplied
A new house that wasn't meant to last
On a crumbling foundation
VII
Teenage years spent sulking on the bed
Laptop warming my thighs
The passing train shaking my glass softly
VIII
A hole in the wall
We all lived on top of each other, no privacy
My escape was my required reading for British literature class
IX
Roaches were unwanted visitors
As was the bass music drifting from the store below
Building a home takes sacrifice
X
The fruit of my labour
A true home, sweet as a pear
A new start
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