For me, home is where the heart is. With this thought in mind, I'm linking this post to Six Sentence Stories - Home. The post can be any genre, but needs to be only six sentences and use the cue.
The landlords, a sweet elderly couple originally from Denmark and who still spoke with their strong Danish accents, lived on one side of the first floor of the old craftsman-type home, like the kind one used to be able to purchase from a Sear's catalog. A young pastor and his wife and baby lived in the apartment on the other side of the main floor. Two male college students occupied the apartment directly opposite the apartment of the couple on the second floor.
They were college newlyweds ready to begin their life together and excited about moving into their own furnished apartment, albeit the furnishings were quite old, even some antique. They felt fortunate to be able to rent a place within their budget of $50 a month, even if it did have the oldest squeakiest box springs ever! It was home, their first home where they watched in disbelief replay after replay of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy, and where they made homemade Christmas ornaments for their first Christmas together a month later.