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.
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.
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