When I go home for the holidays, I am home again. I am a child again. Laughter fills my ears, the smell of food fills my nose, views of my family fill my eyes. We play games, we tell stories. We celebrate not just the holiday, but our lives. We celebrate our family. I long for the holidays— When we can come together and forget about the day. When I can go home and feel at home. When life slows down for a day or two. Sadness sometimes comes along with me— I never want this time to end. I never want this time to change. I never want this time to pass. When I go home for the holidays, I am in limbo. I want to be one of the kids, but I know I am an adult. I can be one of the kids, and that’s okay. Life is different during the holidays, life is magical. I celebrate this. I celebrate us.