House And A Home

I had lived in two houses my whole life. The two houses are very different. My first house was in an inn: The Queen Anne Inn. I lived there for a good eight years I believe. My parents owned and ran it by themselves with a little help of one or two workers, but mainly them. We lived in the basement of this four story inn, so my sister and I had adventures looking at all the rooms while my parents were cleaning. Just to get a tiny snack from the fridge you have to walk down a long hallway, up the stairs and around a couple corners there you have it, the fridge. That was the only thing we needed that was far away. Everything else was close like the laundry room, bathroom and our rooms. My family, mom, dad, me and my sister all lived there in a basement. It wasn't bad at all like people think it didn't have spiders, cobwebs or any dirty things that a basement usually has. It was fully renovated, but the rest of the basement wasn't. The guest that stayed there had a bell that they could ring if they needed assistance, which they would always need. At least every ten minutes it was rung. Even just typing this story I can hear that annoying ring. Ding, Dong, Ding, Dong. It got to a point when the guest would ring it in the middle of the night. Which of course woke me up, not all the time though. Every morning when my mom cooked and my dad served the meals, me and my sister climbed up the staircase smelling the sweet maple pancakes. Of Course we waited our turn till all the guests were finished, then we ate. I can still remember that fluffy, warm, well cooked pancake taste. Eventually we decided to move to the second house. Not far, not far at all. Only a one minute walk at least. Me and my sister got our own rooms across the hall, The kitchen was close to us, no need to climb stairs. The 2nd house that we moved to had one floor with an Attic, not a lot of adventures, but still fun. We could be as loud as we wanted because the guest did not live with us anymore. When we got our breakfast from the Queen Anne Inn it was cold from the walk. During the evening by the cozy warm wood stove we would relax. But of course if we moved how could you hear the bell if the guest needed assistance? My parents got a handy machine that connects the bell to our home. We couldn't escape it, we could still hear it. Now, if you want to look for a trinket back in the basement in the inn there's obstacles. Our old home is now a storage room. Avoiding things just to get something. That's my house and my home.