Home vs House

Home vs House. Home. A word I used to believe meant the same to House. A house is empty, cold, and lonely, Entering makes you feel depressed. The love appears to fade into the dark that envelopes you. A house is nothing like a home. A house is a stranger Masked with a familiar exterior. But entering is not what it appears to be to your weary eyes, Yet you’ve been there before. No anticipated nostalgia floods your memories. The claustrophobic walls appear to be closing in on you, Trapping you. But, a home carries love, empathy and memories. Simply walking the halls fills you to the brim with joy. Something you had forgotten. A home can be anywhere, Not just a house. A home is what brings people together, What makes you learn to love, What makes you feel safe. You see, a house is not a home, and never will be. Looking into a house isn’t the same and gazing into My beloved home, a safe space. Your home if fit for you, And mine is fit for me. Mallorie, age 11 Tuesday, 01/24/23