What a Home Means to Me

To me home means family, family means endless hours just laughing for no reason and all. Home isn’t four walls and a roof, it's a shelter. Home comes in all shapes and sizes, there is no such thing as a ‘wrong’ home. It’s just how you and your family feel in that home, that's what matters. I moved when I was two, I don’t remember my old house. Sometimes time and my family drive past our old house, and we talk about all the memories from the past. The thing that makes my home special to me and my family is not the stuff but the memories and the family time. My hope/wish is to help Habitat for Humanities build a nice home for a family, by writing this report of what home is to me.