Not a House, a Home

I live in a house.

A cozy, comfortable house.

But it's actually not one.

It's a home. 

A home where mountains of memories were created,

a home where a family lives together,

a home where love is the key to a wonderful life.

I am lucky to be able to call it a home. 

When I first moved to my home, it was a house.

It did not start by being a home.

We had to make it one.

We had to fill it with joy,

with fun,

even with frustration!

But a house is not a home without someone to make it one. 

So that is what we did. 
 

Scarry Night

VT

16 years old

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