My Home

My Home What comes to mind when you think of a house? Now think of a home, what comes to mind? What comes to my mind when I think of a house is when we were moving from our old house and we were looking for a new one. We found a really nice house and we really wanted to get it, but we got outbid by another person. It turned out that the person that had bid higher than us couldn’t afford the house so he couldn’t buy it, and it ended up selling for less than what we bid. By that time we had already bought our home. This brings me to what comes to mind when I think of home. Home is the place that I live in, and it wouldn’t have been the place that we would live in if we had got that house. I used to think that it was just bad luck that we lost the house that we really wanted to live in. But now that I am living in my home, I am glad that we got our home, because it is my home, and not just a house. A house is just a cold abandoned place. A home is what brings a family together;, it is where memories are made. A home is a blessing. So now I am thankful that we got the house that I am living in right now, because it is a home, my home.. Not a house.