"There's no place like home!" Dorothy recited as she clicked her Firey-red pumps.
Home. It's a place to go after a long day to rest your weary feet. It's a place for families to grow and memories to be made. It's one of the first things you learn to draw as a youngster. (My home was made of stick figures) In computer terminology, a 'home' may refer to a starting view that branches off into other tasks. Old people have homes too! They're called nursing homes.
Any way you look at it home is a starting foundation. The base to one's life. A house is not a home. A house is a place where you store your crap and sleep. In the morning you get up, leave, go about your daily business, and then return to do the same thing over. It has no sentimental value. No reason to really return to other than you want your crap or you're tired.
A house can store people too. Sometimes you come home and people are eating your food or wearing your clothes. Sometimes these people are related to you. Being related to someone and living in the same place does not make a house a home. What makes a home with people depends on the people. If they are tolerant, undemanding, and sometimes, I don't know, maybe give a rat's backside then they could possible, just maybe, almost care about anyone more than themselves ;perhaps, they could be your family. A home is not a place where conflict overrides everything. You shouldn't be able to cut the tension with a butter knife that is in your kitchen drawer . Yes, both a house and a home have kitchens. If you come home only when you have to; am stressed to the max; can't find common ground with the people in your kitchen; then you, my friend, are living in a house and not a home. It shouldn't have to be like that. It's unhealthy. When the foundation is cracked, the whole place starts to rumble.
This especially sucks when you are a minor and can't legally leave the house. Nor do you probably have the resources to support yourself. Everyone has troubles within their homes and every home is different. I know a few people that don't grasp how lucky they are to have a home. They have a bed to return to and know they're world isn't going to shift dramatically the next day when they wake. Or sometimes they don't realize that they don't need to fix what isn't broken. What really ticks me off is the people that make up stuff about their house-hold because they are bored. Just because you have it remotely good isn't a bad thing. You don't have to flaunt it but you don't have to deny it. It's okay to be a little happy. Making your life seem different doesn't do justice to anyone. I guess that's why homes are a big deal. It 's because they are your life.
"That's what life is. A series of rooms. And who you get stuck in the rooms with adds to what your life is." - A patient of the T.v. series House.
The people- the family- that lives in your house is what makes a home.
Even after Dorothy woke up in midget land, found a heart for a tin man, associated with a Cowardly lion, and battled some flying mutant monkeys, she still clicked her shoes and came home to the ruins of a tornado.
There's No Place Like Home.
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