A house can be a home

Contrary to what most others say; that a house and a home are two very different things, I believe that they are more similar, or at least can be, than we give them credit for. Sure, a house is made of bricks, but if you look close enough, each brick could hold a treasured memory; a kid using one to steady themselves as they take their first steps, or a family member fondly tracing figures from a story much loved. Or even simpler things, like a carefree burst of laughter sitting against a wall. And a bed as well, considered a bland, ordinary, and unimportant object, but filled with a lifetime of memories. A kitchen, too, full of stains and memories of laughing when batter was flung everywhere. These can all be aspects of both homes and houses. I understand that not all houses are homes, and not all homes are houses, but I firmly believe that the house the proceeds of this entry will be put towards is a house with the potential to be a home. New memories will be made there, new experiences that will be held in hearts for eternity. “But kid,” you say, “how can you write on this topic when you only have a little over a decade of experience?” Well, I do admit I do not have as much experience as you, reader, may have, but I sure do know the feeling of being home. Home. Where the musty scent of books lingers in the air. Home. Where I can be me, with no shame, if I had any. When I curl up and watch a movie with my loved ones, I am home. I may only have a decade, but that decade is full of memories.