Home vs. House

Home A place where I love to go is a place called home. And no, it's not a place named home, but its my home. My home is where my feelings are validated, a place where I can relax, where my personal belongings are at. A place where I feel warm and surrounded by love. Somewhere I can always go when I don't feel happy, but instead feel blue. Especially, where my beloved ones are, ready to support me. House, There is another place, but it's polar opposite from my home, it's called a house. It's a place where complementary couches, beds and pillows only exist. A place where no one will greet me. An area where I wont feel loved, but instead feel cold air surrounding my body. With that being said, everything just feels empty here. Only walls will surround me, not my beloved ones. I honestly Don't knaurrrrrrrrrrrrrr, I only have one home, where I’d spend my days eating Cookies and Cream Hershey bars. Where my favorite memories are, where I'd like to make even more memories. Home is a place where I would most likely break my foot, and where I’d like to break my foot at. A house is where me and the realtor would make a memory, but instead it's the realtor showing me around the empty house. Where my loved ones presence aren't anywhere there. Most importantly, a house doesn't contain my loved ones cookies and cream bars they hide away from me.