What Makes House a Home

I never realized how much I cared about my home until my parents announced that we were moving. My mom was excited, my dad was excited, my brother was excited, and I was devastated. My home was where I felt like I belonged. My home was where I could goof off and be crazy. Now I don’t live in a home, I live in a house. I know you’re probably saying that a home and a house are the same thing, but they’re different. A home is a place to feel warm, a place full off memories. A house is wood, and bricks put together. Although just because it doesn’t feel like a home yet doesn’t mean it won’t feel like a home later. Just give it some time