As I stop mid day and gaze at the picture in front of me, I am immediately taken back to a much simpler time. The simpler time traveling through the mountains of Santa Fe. Oh Santa Fe, my happy place, my safe haven. To the crisp air I breathe in while admiring the sunrise on Thanksgiving morning, to the stars I longingly gaze at after my last bite of apple pie. Each memory is full of wonder and lust. I crave Santa Fe. I crave its air, architecture, and the hidden happiness I feel. The feeling I get when I stand in the middle of the foyer, in disbelief that I am finally somewhere where I can truly be happy. This happiness comes from the freedom I experience while amongst the rocky terrain or gravel road. The road that takes me places I never thought were imaginable. The road that has so many prospects for my future. The road that leads me to my loving family in an intricately built house. The road that whisks away the crude thoughts in my brain and the multitude of worries that continue to fill up on a daily basis. Oh how the trees are so tall and gargantuan. They hold so much history shown through the deteriorating bark or the limp leaves. The city is full of history also conveyed through the pueblos in town square that adorn too many beauty marks to count. Beauty marks that show how loved the city is. This city is truly my safe haven. Mom- "Are you ready to go back home?" Me- "Home? What do you mean? I am already home."

An excerpt from my creative writing class.