My home means a lot, not only to me, but my whole family. It’s not just where we eat, sleep and have shelter. It’s where love is found and problems are lost. It’s where your family can all get together. It’s a place of memories, where dreams are made and horror and nightmares fade. My house is a place I feel safe. Anywhere can be anyone’s home. Even if you live in an apartment or a condo or in your parent’s basement, a home is made up of love and that’s all you need.