A house is not a home. It’s just a building with a roof and windows. Even if you let a family live in a house it may never be a home. It completely depends upon the family living within its stone walls. If the building is filled with laughing, arguments, loving, cooking, cleaning, fun times and hard times but more important than any element filled with love then it becomes a home. In our adult life when we are homesick and we long to go home it is not to that brick building we grew up inside. It is to that feeling that filled our hearts with acceptance, comfort and love. It’s true what they say home is where your heart is.
Where is your home?