What my home means to me is peacefulness.

Peaceful means quiet and free from distractions. That is exactly what I need to relax after a long day of school. As soon as I burst into my door, I feel a huge wave of relaxation, like something has been lifted off my shoulders. Or it could just be my backpack. When I walk up the staircase to my room, that room is everything I ever wanted, and more. That room is my safe haven. Only thing that ruins the peacefulness in my room is my brother's obnoxious video game in the room beside me. My brother is one sweet kid when he is around other people, but around my family, he is like a monkey who escaped from a zoo, constantly going berserk. My home is an (almost) perfect haven and I love it.