I just think that a home is a place of wonders, a place with four walls and a roof but now I think of a home as being even more than that. My house is a sanctuary, a place where I am safe from everything and anything that is bad. My home is made of love, where memories are made and love flourishes. My home has the smells of Mom’s home-made lasagna and the feeling of my family’s love for me as we cozy up by the fire. My home is the place where I can express myself, a place where I dream good dreams and a place I can remember the good times. My home is a place that is special to me because my family is so loving, caring and sweet. It is not the look of my home that is special, it is the family inside that makes me grateful to have a place to call home.