House or Home: What’s the Difference?

A house can be a home when a family moves in. Without a family, a house is not a home. Luxury is not what matters when deciding upon a house. It’s the inmates who spread their love, feelings, & respect around, making the place safe and secure. A dwelling can be in many different shapes and sizes with different kinds of furniture in it. My house, in particular, physically has beds, clocks, tables, chairs, sofas, e.t.c. There are white walls that shine like beautiful diamonds in most of my house; though my bedroom is pink and my brother’s bedroom is blue. The ceiling of the living room has slight patterns engraved into it to give a bit of pizazz to the atmosphere. The window in my room is my comfort area, where I go to have a bit of “me time”. It has a lovely view, even if I can just see my driveway through it. I love my house because on sunny days, my house is lit up naturally with beautiful sunlight. Sometimes, on Saturday mornings, I can hear the birds chirping to wake me up. Isn’t it absolutely charming? My home is wherever my family is; after all, if there’s no family, there’s no home. Before I moved into my house, it was a mere structure made out of wood and bricks, about to be sold. However, when my family came to it, that very house became something extraordinary: my home. Whenever I go on a trip, I know that my home will be waiting for me. It’s the place that I can always come back to. At sunrise & sunset, I can see the sun gleaming through the windows as if it’s some sort of radiant halo that encompasses me. Sometimes, I can smell the scent of delicious food in my house, and at other times, I smell the sweet scent of candles burning and giving off their essence. Now, I have formed a bond with my house. I’m sure everyone else has a bond with their dwellings too. The reason being is because I have lived in my house for over half of my life, and I can’t imagine giving it up, ever. My house is like family to me because I spend pretty much every single day in it. I know it like the back of my hand. It is my home, and it’s very special to me because it welcomes me back whenever I’ve been away from it. Sometimes, it feels as if it is hugging me because it missed me so badly when I have been away from it for quite some time. If anything happens to my home, my heart will shatter into a million pieces. That’s why I’ll cherish my home because it has always cherished me. Have you ever heard the saying: “There’s no other place like home.”? If you stop & think about that saying for a few moments, you will realize what it means to you. When I first heard this saying through conversation, I thought to myself. This really does make me realize that there is truly no other place like home. My home is where my family bubble is; it’s where I can be myself. It’s also the very place that I belong to; the place where I can always return to. One may think that houses are just dwellings; a place to live, and homes are where all our feelings, family, and memories are. It is true that a house is just a lifeless structure, as compared to a home which is a place full of warmth and love. Although in some ways, we can see that a house and a home are similar as well. A house can be a building belonging to a family. In a way, that house is part of the family, just like mine. Love from the family is what transforms the dwelling into a home. While many people may not have a place to call their home I am grateful for mine. I have given love to my house, and over the years, it became the home that I still know today!