In The Awakening, Edna moves into her own house; she leaves her house where she lived with Leonce to live on her own. There are many reasons why she does this, but a key concept is the difference between a house and a home. Edna did not feel at home in her house with Leonce.
Write about where you live; is it more of a house, or a home? Why?
In my opinion, a house is just somewhere you live, but a home has a special meaning and is where your heart is. I have lived in the same house for my entire life, and I cannot imagine what it would be like living anywhere else. To me, my house is a home because I have grown so fond of living here and it is like no other. Whenever I go on vacation or to a friend’s house, I do not feel the same way as I do at home. I feel much more comfortable at home because I have spent so much of my life growing up here, and I am used to the feel around here. I know where everything is located, what food is around, and everything that I might not know at someone else’s house. There is a unique sense of security that I feel at home that I do not feel anywhere else. I know that when I am at home, nothing bad will happen to me because I am always safe here. There is no better feeling than going home after a long day at school and flopping down on the couch knowing that I am at peace in my own home.
ReplyDeleteAll of the memories that have been made in my home are another reason why my home is so special to me. The countless hours watching television and relaxing at home, staying home from school on snow days, and the memories made with my friends at home are like no other place. My friends always love coming to my house because there is so much to do. There is one room in my home that really makes my home special which is the basement. My parents rarely come down into the basement, which makes it special for my brother and I because it is mainly for our use. With the xbox, ping pong table, games, and the refrigerator in the basement, it is an ideal location to spend time in my home. It will be tough leaving home to go off to college in a few years because I will miss my home dearly, and living in a small dorm will not be the same for me. In my opinion, there really is no place like home for me.
I think my house is just more of a house not really a home. I fell like a home is more so where the people you love are so it doesn't necessarily mean the house you live in. I mean I love the people that I live in my house with but I also feel at home many different places not just in my house. When I'm at different places but still with people I love I still feel at home even though I'm not at my house. Also, I haven't always lived in the house I do now and I felt much more at home in the last one than I do here. I would always feel at home when I was at my old house but it is taking me a while to warm up to this one. Also, I'm not one of those people who get really excited to come home from like a vacation or something because I miss being home. I'm on vacation with people I love so that makes me feel at home. I mean it's exciting to see all of my friends again but I'm not really excited to be back in my own house. I think my house is just a house and as long as I'm around people I love then I'm home.
ReplyDeleteTo me a home has much more meaning than a house. In my opinion, a house is more of where you live and the actual structure of the building but a home is when there is a house you feel the most safe and comfortable in. My house has become a home to me. It is possible to have two or three houses but your home is where you feel most comfortable at. This comfort is in large part because of the familiarity of the house and the memories created in the house. To gain this familiarity you must live in a house for a number of years for it to truly become a home. A key aspect of feeling at home is being familiar with all surroundings of the house and most importantly every room in the house. When I was younger I had the protection of all my fears and as I grow older I still feel safe in my home. It is important to have a room where you feel particularly comfortable in and for me that is my basement. Whether I am alone or with friends, hanging out or watching TV, there is no other place on earth where I feel the same amount of privacy and comfort. All of my childhood memories of breaking my arm and playing outside with neighbors add to the home aspect of a house. Looking around at my home some of the best memories of my life rush to my head as every seemingly minuscule object has a strong sentimental meaning to me. My old, cheap bike becomes priceless as I reminisce of the excitement of learning how to ride a bike. I will live in other houses in my adult life but these memories cannot be recreated the same way this current home cannot be equaled. Even in my future house I doubt I will ever feel the same sense of home as I currently do because of such great memories created in it.
ReplyDeleteA house is a structure, a piece of architecture built for the purpose of housing human life. It isn’t warm, or filled with memories. It is blocks of wood, cut specifically to build fit the planned measurements. It came from a blue print and scribbled lines formed from the tip of a pencil. A home though, a home is a state of mind. A home is the feeling of warmth you get when you come home from a travel. It is the love radiating towards you. It is filled with memories and smiles and tears and fights. I think that my house is definitely a home. My house is filled with the people I love, my family, and my prized possessions, my bed and my shower. When I walk into my house, I’m greeted by a sense of familiarity that can only be found when you are at your home.
ReplyDeleteI can also tell my house is a home, because I know the feeling of being in a house which is not a home. I see it as an architectural structure, rather than a symbol of where you belong. If it is someone else’s home, I can see the homeliness for the other person. It makes me think of my own house. Whenever I leave my house and go to either a hotel or another house, I try to impose how I live at home on the new environment. I go the wrong way for the bathroom, looking for my own. I can’t figure out how to use a different shower head. I am uncomfortable with the different kind of comforter. I think all of this symbolizes how much of a home my home is to me.
Were I live, I believe it is more of a home than a house. I believe this because it is a place that gives me comfort. When a house is just a dwelling for a person to live in and it does not mean to you. I would call my house a home because its a place were I look forward to go to at the end of the day. Its also a place where I have many memorizes. That just does not always happens with a house. If you call something a home it means it has more value to you. The value could be emotional. Its also the place were you want to be when you are on a trip or a car ride. Most of all a home is the place were you make it the way you want it to be. Its just not some random place that you go to. But what makes house different from a home is that, a home has a special place in your heart than a house were you just live in because you have to.
ReplyDeleteMy house is more like a home to me. Its more of a home because thats were I have many memorizes of my childhood. For example, when I moved from across town I lost the home that had half of my life’s memorizes and I cannot get those back. That is one of the reasons my house is more of a home. When ever I am away I am always wishing to be home after a period of time. Even when I go on vacation. I call my house my home because it makes me feel comfortable and safe. A home is what gives me protection from danger. That is why my house is called my home to me.
There are 2 kinds of home. The place, and the people. My house is home to me. I come home and feel safe, like I don't need to protect a reputation or worry about what everyone thinks about me. I can be me in the physical space. I have no need to hide. But my house isn't the only place I feel at home. AT my cousins house in Lexington, I feel just as safe and comfortable. I know where everything is, and I can make myself feel good while I'm there. When I go to India, at my grandmother's apartment is the most at home I've ever felt. It was there that I spent my first year of school, and there are a lot of memories there. Home can be anywhere you feel like yourself, or with anyone.
ReplyDeleteHow can you not feel at home with family? Everyone loves you, and knows you well enough to know that you don't like too much sugar in your coffee. Somehow, even if you move out of a house you've lived in for years, you can still feel a sense of home if you're with people you love. When I moved from Waltham to Acton in 5th grade, I felt like I was leaving home. But though I'll never forget the memories I had or the friends I made, I made myself a new home in Acton. My friends here mean the world to me. I make new friends every year, new people I can just add to the "family". Home is where you feel comfortable and like you. I think where I am right now is home. But in 2 years, when I graduate and go to college, I will have a chance to form yet another home.
Though the words are often used interchangeably, to me, there is a huge difference between the word “house” and the word “home.” A house is merely an object, without many special aspects to it, other than maybe a huge flatscreen television or expensive hardwood floors. A home is much more than that, it is a place filled with loved ones and memories. I most definitely consider my house in Boxborough to be a home. I’ve lived here all my life. I grew up here, I’ve watched my siblings grow up here, and I’ve enjoyed countless Thanksgivings, Easters, Christmases, and birthdays within the walls of my home. The reason I most consider my house to be a home is that my home is where the people I love the most are. My family is always here with me, which turns my house into more than just a structure, but a place I love and cherish. This is always going to be the “place I grew up in” when I reminisce to my kids years from now.
ReplyDeleteI never really realized how much of a different feeling a home has than just a house until my family bought a beach house on Cape Cod for us to live in during the summer back in 2005. When I first moved in, it felt like a vacation, like I would be back to my real home any day. But after a few weeks, it stopped feeling like a vacation. It felt like I was staying in someone else’s house, disconnected with that feeling that I had in my real home. I realized that the feeling of a home didn’t exist because the place was still foreign to me—no memories had been made. The absence of my dad for the weekdays also brought me to appreciate my home more. Because of the job he has, he can’t take off summers, and it’s too much of a hassle to drive an hour and a half back and forth every day to work and back to our beach house. So he stays in Boxborough. His absence leaves something empty there, and it just doesn’t have the same feeling. The “home” feeling hasn’t quite gotten there completely yet, though it has been five summers. But I know as the memories are made and the feeling that the house actually belongs to me grows, I will consider my house on Old Silver Beach a “home sweet home” soon enough.
A house is a building in which people live in. It can be anywhere, any size, any type. A home, however, is more than that - a place where you feel safe, comfortable, loved, and always has a special meaning to you. It is more than just a simple shelter that you come back to everyday after a long day at work or school. Many memories can be made in a home that sticks with a person forever.
ReplyDeleteTo me, the place where I live is more than just a house to me, it is a home. I feel protected from my fears that are in the outside world when I am always surrounded by the people who provide me with comfort, safety, and a lot of love. Every day when I come home from school, I know that I am fortunate to have my family there by my side at all times. This house has been my home for at least ten years, and many memories were and continue to be made that mean a lot to me. Some that I remember are having a surprise party for my mom, the first time my dad taught me how to ride a two wheeler, and even watching my brother get on HIS 2 wheeler for the first time – that all happened here. None of these memories will ever be forgotten. Eventually, I will move out and have to live in another house. However, that house will not feel as much as a home to me like this one because of how much has happened here. Whether I go through the good or the bad, it does not matter to me. This home is always where my heart is because I am protected, comfortable, loved, and a place where I will always feel happy.
When I read this prompt, I knew that this would be a good thing to explain. I recently moved from my house of 10+ years in Northern Virginia to a new, house, up here in Massachusetts. While the move was forced by job discrepancies, it sucked when I had to leave my little fantasy house of memories and come up to a scary new suburb, complete with no friends, no memories, and no fun to be had.
ReplyDeleteMy house in Virginia was perfect. Sure, holes were in the walls. Sure, the paint needed to be touched up. My family and I had to repaint the basement over 4 times because my friends would play fake baseball in the substructure and scuff up the walls. But, I was okay with these things. Why? Because I made them. I remembered the time when I through a ball at my brother and I broke the stained glass cabinet. I remember the time when my brother and I were fighting and we ran into the wall. I remember trying to hang up a picture at age 10. Holes were made. Memories were made.
Flash up to Massachusetts. I walk into a new house; 9 hours were spent in the car getting here. Nearing 10PM, I drag my stiff legs out of the car, and slowly meander towards the, (then broken), glass storm door. I still remember the cool summer air whipping across my face. The door opens to what I did and still do now call my house. The walls were bare. No pictures. No holes. No broken glass reminders of a time when I didn’t have to think about my troubles. The walls were white. No sign of life. No sign of a home.
The walls are still white.
My brother was no longer there. He was in college by this point. I was to take on the new house alone. The only remnants of a family was a crudely scratched height chart on the door frame of the kitchen; it still lies there. It reminds me that people did once call this their home. Memories had been made there. They grew up in this. I did not. All I can remember is the experiences I had in Virginia. The vivid thoughts of summer nights in the neighborhood, neighbors coming out with their children to mingle. Going to the store for ice cream. Childhood memories cannot be replaced after you leave them in an abode of another family. Once your home becomes anothers house, your feelings are gone. A lifeless soul enters, wondering if the good times will be back.
A house is very different from a home. A house is the physical place where you live whether it be with your family or not. A home is more of a place where you enjoy being and are comfortable in and know you will always be welcome there. I live in a house that I feel has become my home over time. Anytime I get back to my home I feel welcome and warm because I’m back where I am comfortable. I have a house in Maine that I go to during the summer. Other people in my family have houses in Maine too so there is family with us in Maine, but I still don’t feel as if this is my home. Whenever we return from Maine and drive up my driveway I feel happy knowing that I am home. I feel as if a home is a place where you have your friends, family, and stuff that is personal to you. Your home is the place you are used to and have come accustomed to over time. If I ever move or when I go to college I will not think of my place of living as a home. Not only will I not be with family and friends but it will not be the same as the house I have grown up in for so long. My house is a home for many more reasons too. First I do not feel constricted when I am home. There is nothing stopping me, except for schoolwork, from doing what I wish. I can have friends over and place basketball with them or play golf with my dad in the front yard. Sometimes I can just kick back on my couch and play Xbox or watch television. There are times when I may be in Maine or someplace that is not home and when I get angry or sad I feel as if I have no where to go and I am a little lost. I am longing for a place where I feel more comfortable. My home is someplace where I feel free I can do as I want with family and friends. My house is my home because I believe that all of this is possible where I live.
ReplyDeleteA house and a home are two very different ideas. I believe a house is just a building. A house is just a bare floor with walls and is used as a place to store your belongings. In order to build a house you need materials and money. A home must be a place where can you express yourself and be comfortable with the people around. It does not require money, just the common interests of a few people.
ReplyDeleteThere are two places that I stay for a majority of the year. My house in Acton I do consider my home. I have my own area to relax and express my thoughts but it also consists of a support system. I consider my whole family my support system. The whole idea of a family/home is a bunch of people that are always there to help. Although we may have different interests, we share more. It really stands out when I spend time with friends versus when I’m with my family. With friends I can never figure out anything to talk about but at home it’s a nonstop conversation. I can tell that I live in a home because when we travel and stay in at another place, it doesn’t feel right. There’s a certain trust and comfort I have at home that doesn’t exist at many other places.
My short term home is the camp I explained in my first entry. This definitely shows the difference between a house and home because there aren’t houses at camp but yet I consider it a second home. I think of it as a home because I live with kids that share the interests I have. Over the past few years, I have learned to trust a few of my friends close to the same level I have with my family. It takes a few days to adjust but I begin to feel comfortable because I know that my friends are there to replace the people at my Acton home.
Overall I consider my Acton house my actual home because there really is “no place like home.”
There is no doubt in my mind that my house on Conant Street is my home. I have lived in my house all my life. It was where I was raised, where I had countless good memories, and where I could always count on my family to be there for me. Hands down, to me, the difference between a house and a home is where your family is. Family is very important to me. As the youngest child, every single member of my family: my mom and dad, and my sister and my brother, all had a part in raising me. My mom and dad were always there for me and really taught me the morals and fundamentals of becoming the person I am today. However, my brother and sister taught me how to be unique. They created much of the memories that I have growing up that changed me as a person. They were constantly role models and they continue to influence my decisions to this day. Growing up with a loving family, they all individually changed my house to a home. However, I feel like my home is not really a home anymore. My sister has graduated college and is starting a new job in Washington D.C. My brother is going into his junior year at college and I rarely get to see him. When my sister left for college for the first time, part of my home died with it. Our family was smaller. We did not have her in it all the time. Our home did not have our whole family in it. When my brother left for college, that practically took away my whole home. I was an only child; a kid with two missing family members. Two people that turned a house for me, into a warm and loving home. I feel like now, I am missing something in my life. My sister is going to start a family soon, and she will have a home of her own. However, she is taking away from my home. I feel like my home will not truly be started again, until I have a family of my own, who I can help raise, and set good examples for. Who I can create loving memories for, and provide the bonds of family which make a home. That will not be for a while though, and right now, I miss my home and I miss my family. The thing I look forward to every year is Christmas. Not because of the presents, but rather because my whole family is together, and my house becomes a home to me again.
ReplyDeleteI believe that I live in a home. A home is where you want to go back to and you what to spend time there. I always love coming home from a trip, and however much fun the trip was, I enjoy coming back even more than I enjoyed most of the trip. A home can be anywhere, but you always have to want to go back there. A house is more of a place to stay than someplace that you want to be. Oftentimes when people move frequently the will live in a house, just somewhere to stay for a while, not someplace to become attached to or love. A home is usually more permanent than a house and more emotionally important or connected to a person. A home can be temporary. This is more for the wandering soul who believes that home is wherever they are. A home can also be more of a non-physical place, such as when it is just wherever someone is. A house is often more of a convenience than anything else. It is a place to stay for a while, and rest or feel safe, but it does not have the same connection as a home does. I live in a home because I always want to go back to it, and have more of a connection to it than I would a house, or convenience. I also enjoy being in my home and would not want to leave it for too long a time. A house is often more temporary, although it is possible to live in one for a long time if you believe that you home is in fact somewhere else, or more of a metaphorical thing than an actual building. Sometimes I believe that my home is actually anywhere in North Carolina because I love being there so much, and I never, ever want to leave, but I would not want to be there during hurricane season, so I do not always want to be there. Following this logic it is not actually a home to me, but a special place to visit.
ReplyDeleteA house to me is just a building. I really like my house because I have a room to do my homework in, a nice bedroom, and a big kitchen which is good for baking. However all these qualities I like about my house don’t make it a home. I think home is just a feeling such as the feeling of sleeping in your own bed. This is a nice feeling but it is not at all related to the actual building itself. For example we have a summer house in Maine and even though we only go there on vacations it still feels like home. Also all I really do at home is sleep because in reality I probably spend most of my time at school, lacrosse, or other places. However my house is where my family is which is what makes it home. When we used to live in Maine our house there was just as much a home as the one we have now showing it really has nothing to do with the building itself. I think what makes a house a home is the people that surround you and your own stuff. Having your own stuff like your own bed and your own clothes make a room feel homey. I think changing houses is/would be fun because there is all new surroundings but it would take a little bit to get used to. It would not bother me at all if we would have to pack up and move to a new house. I would describe my house as homey but not as what defines a home.
ReplyDeleteConsidering the fact that my parents are divorced, I live in two different houses, one in Boxboro and one in Billerica. For this reason, I believe that my home is Massachusetts. I have lived in Massachusetts all of my life and it is also the home of all my relatives. A home is a place where you feel comfortable and content, surrounded by friends and family. It is a place where you can be alone in peace or encircled by people. My home is warm, cold, chilly, hot, and freezing. The weather in Massachusetts varies just like all of the memories it contains for me. Memories from the day I was born to the day I write this blog. It does not matter whether my home is boring or too cold in the winter, because I know that I will always have friends and family to be with. My home is not necessarily the physical aspect of MA but the emotional aspects of my life. The two different houses represent rooms in a much larger home. Together, they make my home. Whenever I go on vacation, I always, even if I do not reveal it, desire to go back to MA. Of course vacations are fun and exciting, but eventually I realize that I can not stay forever. In the moment, I never want to return to MA, but after realizing how foreign the place is, I feel a lot easier in MA. Those other places in the world do not hold my friends and family. In my home, I feel more organized with what I am doing each day. I know my way around in my home just like my house. After living in my home for sixteen years, and counting, I cannot say that I would want to live anywhere else.
ReplyDeleteIn daily conversation, we use “house” and “home” interchangeably without even thinking about it. However, if you really think about it, a house is just a building that shelters the people living in it. A house can be a place you spend one night in, or a place you rent for several periods of a time. Some people have trouble keeping a house because of financial reasons, but they will always have a home to go back to. A home is a place that has a lot of meaning to the people who live in it. This meaning could be memories, or it could be special because of the people that are living in it with you. I’ve heard the quote “home is where the heart is” numerous times, and I completely agree with the saying. When you go home, it does not really matter where it is as long as you feel like you belong and can be yourself.
ReplyDeleteFor me, my house is a place where I go after school. It shelters me from the outside environment and gives me a place to stay the night. However, my house is also a place where I call home. When I come home, a new identity uncovers and I am a totally different person. I feel like I can be more open around my friends and family in my house. I keep everything I own in my house. It has remnants of my life ever since kindergarten and I couldn’t ever imagine leaving it all. My room especially visually tells the story of my life. From the artwork to the miscellaneous pairs of ballet shoes, I feel the most comfortable while in my room. My home and my house mean a lot to me. Even though they are two different words with separate meanings, I think my life merges them together fairly often.
There are two different terms, both referring to where someone lives: a house and a home. People say that you can’t live in a “home” but you can live in a house--which is just the physical structure made of wood and plaster. However, I find this statement to be false because you can live in a home. A home is just the presence of loved ones and memories. It is possible for people to stay in this presence. You can move all around the world and still be at home wherever you go as long as you make the house a home for yourself. For me, my house is a home because I’m surrounded by my family, memories, and things I like. I like sitting on my bright red porch which is shaded by a Japanese maple tree on hot summer days. I like waking up on weekends during the summer and being able to locate my parents to the garden. I like the glittery stars I hanging from my ceiling and being surrounded by the almost black walls of my room. My house isn’t a place I’ve been living all my life, in fact, I’ve only lived in my current house for three years now. I’ve moved four times; starting with India and then ending up in Acton. I’ve made Acton a home for me. Acton isn’t my house, but it’s my home because I know the town well and it’s filled with people and things I like. I like being able to bike with my friend to TJ Maxx to try on clothes, and then go to Sorrento’s for lunch. I also like the Oktoberfest when the whole town comes together once a year. Just because I’ve made this town my home doesn’t mean that I can’t have any other homes. If I ever go to India, I feel just as at home, than when I do here, and that doesn’t mean India is pieces of wood manipulated to create a shelter. As long as I’m with my family or friends, and I’m still able to be surrounded by things I like, any place or house will always be a home.
ReplyDeleteWithout a doubt, I live in a home. In my life, I have only lived in one house. This house that I am in right now has been the only structure that I have spent my 16 years in. My home will have a special place in my heart for a very long time. My parents bought what was then a house in 1992. It was a typical 1960s house that had not been renovated very much. With every addition or renovation that my family added to the home, our love and appreciation grows with the home. When changing our home, we make sure to avoid some special areas. For example, as arbitrary as it sounds, we refuse to change to renovate our kitchen until a critical need arises. Both my older brother and I both learned how to walk in the kitchen. Near our refrigerator, there is a wall with how much we have grown over the years. Those small aspects of our childhood make our kitchen priceless. My parents always tell us to value the priceless items in life such as these. The bedroom that my brother and I first had when we were young is now part of my parents’ room, but we saved many elements from that room. For example, we still have our first two beds now in our basement. We refuse to give up the aspects of our home that makes it special too us. By keeping so many things, tough choices have to be made to. In my opinion, a home with too much clutter gets transformed back into a house because the person living there has lost control over their home. It is always rather melancholy when we throw away or donate old toys and clothes that my family has grown out of, but we will never get rid of the most precious items that define our childhood. My childhood unlike many people, was only in one home. I will stay in this home until I have to go away to college in the near future. Our home to our family, offers a little sanctuary of safety and relaxation after a long day for everyone. I know that when my parents finally decide to move, it is going to be a very sad day in my home. But as for right now, my family and I are extremely happy with our home that changes over time, but the home never changes enough that we forget our childhood and early years in my home.
ReplyDeleteI have lived in the same house for my entire life. And, each year that I spend on Cowdrey Lane, the more familiar I become with this house, causing me to develop an emotional attachment to it. For it was in this very location that I spoke my first words and learned to ride a bicycle. The good memories on Cowdrey Lane transform this house into a home and make me never want to leave.
ReplyDeleteIn elementary school, my family was faced with a huge decision. Slowly but surely our small two story home was growing less and less spacious as we kids got older. Finally, my parents decided that something had to be done. Our two options were get an addition or move. Not a single member of my family supported the latter, so an addition seemed like the way to go. None of us could imagine living in a different house, because it would never feel like home. Not a single memory at our new house would compare to the good times that we shared at our old home. As a result, the comfort level that is needed to make a house a home would never be present if we moved.
At first, when I see a beautiful house, I envy the people living in it. Although my house has its perks, it is no match for those with pools and extravagant electronics. I try to visualize myself living in that beautiful house, but it is difficult because life without Cowdrey Lane seems impossible. The thought of me returning home from school anywhere other than my current home seems foreign. Over the years, I have grown more and more comfortable at my home, so living anywhere else would be downright strange, regardless of how many lavish accessories the new home contained. This visualization tests the house vs. home theory and teaches me that riches cannot overshadow good memories.
Some people say that home is where the heart is. For me, this saying is especially true, because I am unwilling to let go of my existing home. The excellent memories that I have created here cause me to hold on to Cowdrey Lane for dear life. And, in general, the special moments that people share with their families at certain houses are the primary contributors to the house’s transformation into a lovable home.
I think certainly, a home is where the people you love are but a house is very important too. My house is like a sanctuary to me. It’s a bubble where I don’t have to impress anyone or monitor what I say and do. I think that a house is more than a building, it’s like a safe-zone and it’s a place where you can just be. It’s the central point from which all other activities and endeavors spread and it is the kind of neutral place that is the comparison for what is a good or bad experience. At the same time, a house cannot be that comfortable, safe place without being a home - and what makes a house a home are the people you share it with. My house in America feels like home as long as Lucy, my mum, my step-dad and my dogs are in it. As a family we just click and they make my time at home whatever I need it to be – fun, restful, exciting, stressful, whatever. At the same time, though, I still think of Australia as home – even though America is my home. So I guess home goes beyond the present day to day circumstances and back to the memories and familiarity of a place, which is, again, where the house comes in. Anyone that moves around all the time has trouble feeling “at home” even if they are with their family and the people they love. It takes time to build up the almost subconscious knowledge of what your house is like, so you know exactly where you’re going even with the lights off, and I think that’s the biggest reason that a new place doesn’t always feel like home straight away. Familiarity, not only with the house itself, but with the weather and the people and the routine takes time. Also, I think that the comfort of your house influences the easiness of your home and it’s hard to feel totally content in a space that doesn’t work for you – I know when my family moved to America we were staying in a tiny apartment until we found our house and it never felt like home. So a home is definitely a combination of physical, material and functional and comforting, safe and supportive.
ReplyDeleteI think of my living place as more of a home than a house. A house is a place that I live in and have all my possessions. A house is simply a shelter that protects you from the outside. A home is completely different. A home is a place that you feel comfortable and relaxed. A home is a positive thing but a house is not always. A home does not necessarily have to be a house. It does not even have to be a place of living. People who grow up in abusive families are not comfortable in their house so they go to other places and look as those places as their home, instead of their place of residence. People talk all the time about how they feel at home on a basketball court, or a library. In sports, a lot of teams struggle when they play away from their home city because they are not used to their location. In their home city, they know what the crowd is going to be like and it is where they are most at ease and they play better.
ReplyDeleteThe reason I think of my living place as a home is not only because I feel comfortable being there but I feel comfortable with the people around me. When I am away from my home, I sometimes feel stressed and uptight. But once I get back home, I no longer feel that way. I feel relaxed and I am able to calm down. I know where everything is and I know all the surroundings of my home. This also adds to the comfort of my home. I have lived here since I was 2 years old and I have grown accustomed to everything about my home. But I have also grown extremely close to my family. They offer encouragement and support to me when I need it. They give me advice and help me make difficult decision and that comforts me. I know most of my neighbors and because I am close with them I feel safe. I feel at home in many places but my house, because of the security and calmness, I feel is my true home.
To be honest, all my life I have used these interchangeably, believing that they mean pretty much the same thing. But as I look at them now, I realize just how different these two words can be. Although their definitions may be similar, the meanings behind them branch off in two completely different directions. To me, a house is a building built for humans to live. It is property that can be sold and bought. A house can always change, whether it is because of a job, financial problems, or just for a change in scenery. A home is, however, entirely different and meets “specific requirements”. It is anyplace that you are welcome, where love ones stay at your side, and where you feel most comfortable. No matter what happens, one may always return to their home. For me, Acton is my home. Not just my house but everything in the town. I grew up in this town, living here since I was 6. Elementary school, Junior High, High School, and all the memories throughout the years make this town my home. It is in this town where I made my friends, played soccer, challenged my intellect with chess, and musically expressed myself through the trumpet. It is here that I was able to mature, progress as an individual, and learn/experience new things. Here, I can be myself. The memories I have had in my “town” shall last a lifetime. These memories are what help define a home. When I head off to college in the future and live somewhere else, at least I know I will always have Acton, my home, to come back to.
ReplyDeleteThere is a great difference between a house and a home. A house is simply a building in which people are given shelter. It consists simply of a wooden frame with a roof. However, home is where the heart is. It is the place my life centers around. Home is the place I ultimately end up after I’m done with whatever it is I may have done throughout the day. At home, I feel secure. Out of all places in the world, my home is definitely that in which I feel the most cared for, safe, and comfortable. When I’m at a friend’s house or at a hotel, I don’t feel the same as I do at home. While my friends may have nice houses, and while it may be fun to stay there for a little while, it simply cannot replace the same homely feeling that only my own house can provide. In my home, I know exactly where everything is. I know where my food is, where the milk is, where the various silverware and plates are, where the remote is, where my headphones are, everything. When at a friend or relatives house, I often am confused as to where things are. It is not nearly as familiar a setting as my own home. When I first moved to Acton from Cambridge, my new house did not feel like nearly as much of a home as my old one. It was simply a bizarre new house, where I forced myself to sleep every night. After a while, though, this house became a home to me, as did Acton. Now, Acton, criticize it though I may for being boring, is my hometown. It is truly the town I can say I live in. I couldn’t imagine having to move to another house, in another town. Eventually it would become more homely, as did my current residence, but It would never be quite the same. My home, while now just as much of a home as my house in Cambridge was, still is not quite the same as the humble studio in Harvard Square. It is not necessarily better or worse, but just a different setting. However, my house is definitely my home, because home is where the heart is.
ReplyDeleteThere is a distinct difference between a house and a home. Both refer to a place where people live and are also used very similarly in context. I personally believe that a house is just a building for living in. There is not necessarily a strong connection between homeowner and their house. In a home, there is a deeper meaning. It is unique and one of a kind. It suits you own personal wants and needs and doesn't need to be created around other people's opinions. A home creates life long memories that will stick with you forever.
ReplyDeleteI have lived in two houses during the course of my life, both in Acton. My first house became my home. It was the first place I went after coming home from the hospital. My parents raised three kids; my twin brother, my sister, and I, under the roof of that home. We spent rainy days together watching movies with popcorn and played outside on the grass in the hot summer. Soon, our beloved home had to be sold. We moved into a larger house in the same neighborhood because us kids kept getting bigger. The house I now live in is my home. My family and I have had wonderful memories that we still talk about in this home. Our time spent here makes us even more attached to it. People are very attached to where they live and have created an emotional bond to their home. Home sickness is a result of being away from your home too long. Once attached, you miss it and wish you were back at your home. When I was younger, I got home sickness during vacations and felt very detached from where I was used to living. This bond is almost inseparable and makes you hard to let go of it. I love my home and will miss it very much in a few years with college being just around the corner...
A house provides only shelter while a home provides safety and comfort. A home is a place where you are glad to be and it is nice and cozy. In my opinion, it takes a long time for any place to become a home because you need to settle down and make memories there. Having memories in your home give you a connection to it. Homes are like close friends. A relationship between two friends is close if they are able to communicate and share many happy moments. Similarly, you can feel close to a house and call it home if there were many memories you can recall in it. About two months ago, I moved into a house on the other side of Acton. After about seven years living in my old house, I had grown to love it. It was a place I could call home. This move was a big change in my life and I was saddened to close that chapter in my life. Living in a new neighborhood, I was not sure if I would ever get accustomed to my new surroundings. Even today I feel like my home can be a stranger. It still takes me a couple tries to turn on the sink and lights. The switches and knobs are all different from my old house. Despite some of the unfamiliarity, this house is slowly turning into a home. I have some friendly neighbors who have helped our family feel welcome and settle in. I have spent quality time with my childhood friend in this neighborhood and we have developed a closer relationship. The laughs we share in this house contribute to creating new memories and this house is slowly becoming like a home. As I adjust to this new house, I learn more and more of its secrets. The problem of baking was solved when I learned how to use the oven. I have found ways to make arrange everything to my liking and so they will be familiar to me. Now, I look forward to coming home to curl up to a hooking book and relaxing around the house. This house is slowly turning into a home because I am making new memories here and making myself comfortable.
ReplyDeleteA house is merely wood put together to put stuff in and stay in. It has no “soul” and no meaning, no memories in the walls or sense of life. It is just a thing. A home on the other hand is a house that has meaning a house that has memories around its every corner a house that makes people feel comfortable and is a place for some to live not just be.
ReplyDeleteThe house I live in at the moment is well somewhat of a house and somewhat of a home. Before moving to Boxborough I used to live in Marlborough and although we moved around quite a bit we stayed at one apartment for around 4 years. That apartment was a home to me. It has a lot of my child hood memories attached to it. It was where I grew up really since I don’t remember a thing before the age of 6 and when I was six we moved into this house and since then I had been filling it with memories of 2-3 hour long super smash bros tournaments with 10 people to my first pets (hamsters and cats) to just loving being there. Every time I was in that apartment the memories would rush back to me and I could remember all of those wonderful summer afternoons with friends playing football right outside or video game tournaments inside. I was really attached to the house because well everything I knew in the world started at that house. It was the first place that comes to mind when I try to think as far back as I can and all of the great times growing up start flowing to my mind. That apartment really was my favorite place in the world. The house I live in now I’m starting to fill with memories but it just isn’t the same. The house much bigger than the apartment we lived in when we lived in Marlborough but I feel like that actually subtracts from the home feeling because you don’t feel like you’re together with everyone in your family. Instead you’re all in your own rooms doing your own thing instead of being a family really. It’s boring and childhood memories are always the best memories in your life and all of those are attached to my old apartment and that apartment will always be my definition of a home for me. The house I stay in now is just a place to be for me till I go to college really I don’t see it as a place to live.
I think of a House as a physical structure we live under and a Home is an emotional saying for our family. House sounds like a place i live in and just live. But a Home is family, and feeling safe, and a place for bonding. A well known saying say: A house in which nobody lives is nobody's home. So, a house will turn into a home once there are people in it that will create their own special environment for themselves and their family. Its like when you first move into your house its just a house but when you move everything in and the family settles down it becomes a home. A house can really be any building but a home is where a family is. My house I live in is more of a home. Although the actual structure is a house, to me it is a home. It is a home because it is somewhere I can go when I want to feel safe and be around my family. I’ve lived in this house most my life, although many can’t imagine moving else where, I feel like it wouldn’t matter. Because a house can change, but a home can never change because a home consists of your loved ones not determined on how big or small your house is. How do you feel at home with out anyone in it? For example, when I was at camp, I was housed, but I was not at home. I was not with my family or safety that I felt, so therefore it only felt like I was in any ordinary building, but not a home. My home is where I feel the safest and my house is where I live. That is how I differentiate the two. My house is really more of a home because a home is the people who live in the house.
ReplyDeleteA house is just a place to live where a home is a place that means something. It gives that special feeling of togetherness. The place I live in currently is in the transition from a house to a home. I believe that in order for a house to become a home it must be lived in for more than 4 years and have special events tied to it. I consider my real home in California where I lived for seven years. That home fit my criteria for a house becoming a home; I lived in it for more than 4 years and many special occasions occurred within it. A home also has to have a good neighborhood around it. It just gives it a homier feel. My home here will never be as good as the one in California. Nothing can compare to how I felt about that home. The special feeling of coming home and knowing that the place you are now in is your own is unmatched. After living in my home for seven years I could go around my entire house blindfolded. I knew and still know my way around that home. I also knew where everything was and where everything went. The yard the house sits on is also important. I am still deciding if I like my yard here or not. In my home is loved the yard, it had a pool and a large yard. This was convenient because that allowed my family to enjoy the home. I do not know if I will ever live in a home equal to the one I grew up in. Maybe when I buy my own house I can transform it into a home of my own just as good if not better than my first one.
ReplyDeleteThe house that I live in now is a place that I can certainly call “home,” as opposed to simply my house. For me there has never really been a difference between the two terms, but that is probably because I have never had a different house. The house I live in now has always been “home” to me, as it is the one I’ve lived in for my whole life. Because of this, I have basically taken it for granted that it feels like home to me and I have not considered that there could be an alternative. I also do not really know how attached I am too my house and everything in it, because even when I have been away from it for periods of time, there was always the fact that I would be back soon enough, and that always happened within a few weeks at the most. That fact was obvious but I never recognized it, and I never contemplated what it would be like to realize that you would never be going back, so I always just thought of my house as “home.” I know that at some point I will be leaving my house, and I think it will be a weird experience, and I do not know how it will feel. It will be interesting to see later in life what makes a house your “home” and what makes it remain just “house.” As for now, what makes my house my home is probably the fact that I know exactly what every room in it is and where everything stored in it is. It contains some of the things that I care about the most. It is also where I spend a huge amount of time, and this aspect of it probably means that it can just be a matter of time, and an ongoing process, when a house slowly becomes a home. In any case, it is a great thing to have a home rather than just a house because it is a place where you can feel safe and comfortable.
ReplyDeleteHouses and homes are different but pertain to the same general meaning, somewhere you live. However, a house is not always a home and a home is not always a house. A house is somewhere that you simply live in; it does not have to mean anything to you. To make a house be a home, you have to live in it, have memories there and enjoy living there. Once you can enjoy yourself at a house with loved ones, a house can become a home. But, a home does not necessarily have to be a house. A home can be anywhere. For me, I have two homes, my house and the barn that I ride at. Both the barn and my house have certain memories and friends that turn it from just a place I happen to be at, to a home. My house is the home where I have memories with my family. I have found that I am very attached to my house. Not necessarily attached to the tangible objects, but mostly just the fact that I have spent so much time there. I have lived there all of my life. But I do not get homesick. I do not care if I am gone for just a few days, or if I am gone for months or years even. Just knowing that it is there to go back to, is comforting. I am less attached to my house than I am to the barn. I still do not get homesick, but I just love being there with most of my friends and basically family now. I spend more time there than I do at home. Which is probably why I do not get homesick when I am away from there. I do not think I have spent over a week away from the barn in so many years. Most of the time I have been away from my house has been spent at the barn. I think that I would be devastated if something bad were to happen to the barn and only a little bit sad if that same something were to happen to my house. So, the barn is more of a home to me than my house is, but they are both homes.
ReplyDeleteI've never looked at those two words as different words before. I've always use "house" and "home" interchangeably. I've never actually realized the difference before. However, looking at them now, I see a clear difference. A house is a shelter, a structure of sorts that is meant to protect people from the elements and the wilderness; it is cold and lifeless. A home, on the other hand, is a warm and welcoming place where people feel they belong because it makes them feel safe and secure.
ReplyDeleteMy house is a home to me, but it wasn't always. I used to have a home in Medway, MA, a home in which I lived for 10 years. It was a small house that really needed a new paintjob. Even though it wasn't in its best condition and it was a little cramped, there were still many precious memories inside of it. I remember my friends coming over to play baseball and accidentally knocking out some windows. I remember how we made that dent in the wall because we were awful at throwing a football. I remember carpeting my treehouse with my friends and all the crazy sleepovers we had in which my parents hated. Life was good back then, so when my parents anounced that we were moving, we were devastated.
When we moved into the home I live in now, it wasn't a home at all. Sure, we had repainted the walls, but they were still bare. There was no furniture, no personal items, no memories. It was just a lifeless house. The first few months of living here, I remember thinking that I'd never make new friends in a town that I had no idea about. After a few years, I would be proven wrong. I've made plenty of good friends and plenty of funny or sad memories in this new home. Even though it's not as sentimental as my old house was, this house is still my home.
I live in a house in Boxborough, on a little hill on the street of Mayfair Drive. That is where my house is, but my home, is somewhere entirely different. Personally, I believe a house is just a building that some people can buy and live in. It is no different than buying a car or television. Sure, you may be connected to your house; you may know all the ins and outs of your house, even walk through it blindfolded. However, none of this qualifies your house as your home. You live in a house, you belong in your home. Your home is where you want to be, where you feel best. You know when you are at home. The saying “Dad will be home soon” has more meaning when you pick it apart. Home is where you are surrounded by loved ones, comfortable to endless degree, and feel the safest. Dad will be home soon, to me means that Dad’s home is where his family is, his children and wife, which is a very acceptable home. However, for me, I think my home is my beach house in New Jersey. On a small island, Ocean City, New Jersey is where my beach house is. This house happens to also very special to me, one of the few places on Earth that I truly love. Owned first by my great grandparents, passed down to my grandparents, nothing feels more like I am with my family than this home. I feel as though I could spend eternity there, with endless sunshine, tanning on the beach, fun on the boardwalk, swimming in the ocean, and being surrounded by my family and the spirits of my great grandparents. On this dry island, there is little to no alcohol, which results in little to no crime, making me feel very safe. When I arrive there in summer, I feel as though I am home, I feel like I have just returned home to my wife and kids.
ReplyDeleteA house is a building that you live in, but a home is more of a feeling than a place. You can have many homes other than just your house. A home is anywhere you feel “at home” – a friend’s house, a club, or just with people you are comfortable with or a familiar place you visit. My house is a house and a home because it is physically where I live but also where all the things that have sentimental value to me are. It’s where I practice music, it’s where I sleep and wake up, it’s where my family is, it’s where all my “stuff” is. There are also places that are like home to me too – I often joke with my friends that the band room is my “home”, and when it is locked or when we’re not allowed inside I joke that I’ve been evicted. My best friends’ houses are also like homes; I know them like the back of my hand and I feel comfortable there. There’s also a conservation land on my street that is like a home, since I often go for walks there when the weather is nice and I know all the trails through it. I also feel at home and comfortable when I’m just with my friends, wherever it may be. My friends are like a moveable home, since they are and can be everywhere. My house is just a house, but after living in it so long it has become a home. My home is also wherever I feel like it is one. A home isn’t physical but mental, and can be anywhere for anyone. People that don’t feel like their own house is a home have a home somewhere.
ReplyDelete467 Middle Road in Boxborough Massachusetts. Zip code 01719. To you this looks like a random address is a small town in Massachusetts. To you, it is a white house next to a field. But that is not what it is to me. To me that address is the point of my home. True, my home is my house, but that is not why it is my home. My house is a home because my family, friends and memories there. Home is where my family roams. My brother, mother, and father. Home is where all my friends are. There are so many memories in my house which make it a home. There are good memories and bad memories, but that is what made it my home. All the good times, and the bad times, either made me happy or made me stronger because I got a home out of it in the long run. My house is more of a home because a house to me is just a place to live. A house is a place to put your things, where you spend time and sleep. But a home is completely different. A home is where you love to be. A home is a place where you would miss if you ever had to leave. A home to me is a place filled with joy and love. My house is more of a home to me because it is where I love to be, I would miss it if I ever had to leave and I am always happy when I am home because I know it is where I belong.
ReplyDeleteA house by definition is a building in which people live meaning that the house is only the physical thing one lives in. To put it into math terms a house is similar to the perimeter of a figure. It does not have much significance, and can be replaced relatively easily. A home on the other hand is by definition the place in which one’s domestic affairs are centered. To me this means it is more than just the physical living space, it is like the area of a figure. It is everything. It is the physical house in addition to the furniture and the people living within the house. It is a word that covers everything. A person, similarly to Edna may only consider their house to be a house if they are unhappy or uncomfortable or just do not enjoy the life they are living. A house becomes a home when the people living inside of it are happy and loving and enjoying the life they lead. In addition a house may not mean unhappiness but could just be loneliness for any given reason. I believe where I live can be both a house and a home. When I am home alone because my brother is away at school, and my parents are working, I consider our house only as a house because it is lonely and desolate. But once my parents return home or my brother is home, and we have a “full house” then it becomes a home, because that is when I feel the love and the happiness that is absent when I am the only one home. Our house is also a home when we host family events. Those typically consist of big numbers huddled around a table, eating lots and lots of food, as any Jewish family get together would entail. Those moments make our house a home because they are populous and joyous and overall irreplaceable. Unlike the days where I sit by myself for hours waiting for life to peek its way into the somewhat abandoned house. I take the days where the house is a home any day over the house being empty and deserted.
ReplyDeleteWhile frequently used interchangeably, the words “house” and “home” have entirely different meanings. A house is a building that is people live in and use for shelter. A home, however, is more than just a house. It is a house that someone has an emotional connection to. This connection might be because of fond memories of the house or because of the people that live in the house. I moved to Acton about four years ago. Because of this, I feel like I have two homes: my old house which I have many fond memories of, and my new house where the people that I love live. My old house is very special to me, to the point where I still consider it to be one of my homes even though I moved a while ago. It was somewhat small, but it had a large backyard which my friends and I used to play in all of the time. In addition, my old house had a basement full of games such as foosball and air hockey, which my family and friends would use almost every day. I have many fond memories of playing games and having fun in my old house and because of this, I consider it to be my home. My current house is also my home because of the people that are living in it. I love my family, and since they all live in my house, I can see my family every day. Because of this, my house is my home, since it connects me with my family. My current house also is my home because of the things that it provides me with. For example, it is always easier for me to relax in my house than anywhere else. It also provides me with a feeling of safety that is invaluable to me. Both my old and my new houses are my homes because one is a part of many of my happy memories, while the other is where my family lives.
ReplyDeleteTo me, a house is the general name of a place where people live. It does not carry any feeling with it, unlike the word home. Home feels more loved. A house sounds like a place for storage and a home sounds like a place for a family. I consider my house a home, because it is a place where I shared happy memories with my family for almost six years. The familiarness of a home and the memories that are made in a home are not found in a house. Physically, a house and a home is similar, home is a symbol of the people living there. Sometimes a house may not even have anyone living in it and may be called a deserted haunted house. When a home becomes deserted, there is no one living there and it becomes a house. The memories associated with the home are gone. Often, my home smells like freshly made dumplings. The time and consideration that went into making the dumplings could be felt in the home. Every time that the dumplings are made could be seen as a symbol of the family and of fondness. However, cooking dumplings in a house is regular action that does not arouse much interest. I still remember some great times in my home. On special holidays, people would be invited over and there would be happiness and celebration. During Christmas, my home would be decorated with lights and a Christmas tree. It is a special time where my family and I could get together and end the year. There were also the times where it was used as a special base of operations when playing tag or hide and seek with my friends. When I think of my home, all these memories come to mine. After living in this house for so many years and since it is the only place I feel comfortable in, I consider it a home. Home is the special place that I enjoy going to at the end of the day and relax.
ReplyDeleteThe place where I live can be considered as a house and a home. If I were to choose only one, it would be more of a home. The reason why my home is not more of a house is because a house is more materialistic and is more of the actual object. Since my house is not too big I would consider it as more of a home. My home provides me with comfort, security, and a family that lives together happily. The feeling of a home is always there in my heart while a house is more of a place where I live and spend my nights. In my house, I sleep, eat, play, and many other things. These things are important but a home is much more special to me. I share my home with my loved ones such as my father, mother and brother. Another reason why a home is so special is because in certain scenarios such as getting lost, your trying to find your way home. In this case, your home is more of the feeling of being in the correct place where you belong. When I am on vacation and it comes to an end, I come back not just to my house where I live but to the real feeling of a home. My home is precious and my home is always there. My home never leaves me only sometimes I am the one leaving it. My home always stays with me. My family’s home supports us, makes us stronger, and it also encourages us. Another reason why my home is more important than my house is that a person can make a house, but a person can not create the feeling of a home. A house is a structure and a home is an imaginary place where I feel comfortable and where I am in peace. If I do not own the house I am living in it is still a home.
ReplyDeleteA house is an inanimate object, a man made structure, for people to live in. It has no life, or personality to it. Every house is made out of the same thing basically, and they all have windows, doors, they all seem to look like each other, no uniqueness, while every home is unique. A home is a place where you feel comfortable, you are with your loved ones, safe, and is special to you, and my house is my home. My home is made up of tons of memories made by my family and friends who are my loved ones. I could not imagine my home without these components. At my home I can always come home and be relaxed and happy. After school or sport practices, I always enjoy coming home because I can always relax when I come home and do not have to worry about any stress. My family also makes the house into a home because we make so many funny memories in the house that we will remember our entire life, and they are always there for me. Every holiday I appreciate more and more to have a home where I love being in with people I love making memories with. Being around people in my home who love me no matter what, and they will never judge me, so I will always feel at home and always comfortable with them. Even when I am on vacation I long to come home and sleep in my bed, sit in my kitchen, and watch my TV because it is my comfort zone, my home.
ReplyDeleteI have been living in the house I am in for about 12 years. I lived in another house on Lexington Drive in Acton but we moved here onto Prospect, and the transition to this house was easy. It was easy because even though I left my house on Lexington Drive, the Prospect Street quickly became my first home. I do not really remember that many memories at Lexington Drive because I only lived there till I was around 4, and I was too young to really remember anything. But at my home I am in now on Prospect Street it will always be my first home. I think why my home now was my first and the move from houses was so easy because I am with my family who I love and I created so many memories with them, and I grew up in this house. Just being with loved ones, memories, and having a good time when I am at home made the transition easy, and made my home that it is now, and I would not have it any other way.
To me, my house is not necessarily my home. Because my parents are divorced, I live in two different houses. I consider Massachusetts my home because all of my friends, family, and relatives live here. All of the memories and fun times were experienced in Massachusetts. I do not consider my house a home because it is only a structure built to protect me from outside and provide a place to sleep. My house is only a place to be when I am not with friends, it is a place for relaxing and resting. Most of my life consists of time outside of my house. I feel excitement, entertainment, enjoyment, etc. There are so many different memories I have that I can not consider my house a home. My home is where I feel happiness and surrounded by friends and family. Not necessarily just in my house but all over Massachusetts. I have lived in Boxboro, MA for my entire life and I truly feel like I enter a warm and welcoming place when I return from vacations. The thought of living somewhere else in the world is exactly like living in some other house in Boxboro with some family unknown to me. That same sense of uneasiness is experienced because Massachusetts will forever be my home. Even in the future, if I move somewhere else, I will always have memories of my childhood. Deep inside, Those memories will continue to make Massachusetts a home for me.
ReplyDeleteA house is simply a structure which has been carefully constructed and designed. It wasn’t built with feeling or love, it was built with the idea of staying upright. I think that the difference between a house and a home is a house is a physical structure, but a home is a feeling. Home is usually associated with memories, happiness or even sadness. Anything can be a home. A person can be a home, an animal can be a home, but normally, for me at least, a house is a home. My house is my home because it is filled with my memories and the people I love. I know it’s a home, because even if for some reason I moved or my house was destroyed, I wouldn’t care about the physical change, it would be the emotional change that mattered. I can live in any house, but not every house is my home. For example, when I visit someone else, I know I’m in a house and I can see the sign it is someone’s home. Maybe photographs or cards on the wall, but I don’t feel like I belong there. I don’t have memories surrounding me like I do in my own home.
ReplyDeleteAnother important aspect of my home is familiarity. A home is a place you feel safe and comfortable. In my house, I’m beyond comfortable. I know where everything is, I know the schedule of my family. But if I’m in someone else’s house, I feel unsafe and uncomfortable. Everything is in the wrong place, I get lost, the stairs aren’t the right length or the toilet paper doesn’t go the right way. I don’t know where they keep the food or how they get their water. As soon as I feel out of place, I know that I’m not in my home. The safety of my home is also important. When I’m having a bad day or need a place to feel safe and relax, I always go to my house. Any other place would make me or uncomfortable or unhappy. I need my house to be as happy as possible.
I think a house and a home a very different. A house is just a place you are living in. A home is a lot more important than a house; it the place that you can always feel comfortable in and it is where many memories of your life are held. Some houses can look the same but all homes have there own unique differences. My house is on Prescott Rd. in Acton, it is the place I live. My home is where I can always feel safe and it is the place where I have grown up over my life. I have always lived in the same house so it feels a lot more like a home because I have grown comfortable to it over the years. It is the one place I can always feel protected and loved. I always no I am not alone there because I always have my parents, my brother, my two sisters and my Dog. When I am feeling sad or upset my home is the place where I can always be comforted and feel better. You can be “home sick” but not house sick because when you are home sick you usually want to feel comforted by your home. My home holds many memories of my life such as walking for the first time, all my birthdays, and learning how to ride a bike. My house holds everything we own such as our T.V., computer, furniture and all of our clothes, but all of those things can be replaced. My home is a lot more important because it holds priceless memories and feelings of love. I think I live in more of a home than a house.
ReplyDeleteFor me there is a clear difference between a house and a home, many houses that are not mine may seem like a home but are really just a house to me. A house is a place where you live, while a home is a place filled with warmth and surrounded by love. And giving that as a definition I truly believe that where I live is filled with love and family, thus making my house a home. The “home” feeling that I get from my house is the constant reminder of how much we love each other and the excessive amount of food being made with love by my wonderful mom. I have lived in the same house all my life and I really could never imagine living anywhere else. My home always has a sense of comfort that even my friends comment on. All of my memories regarding my house are always joyful and filled with friends and family. There really is nothing like sleeping in my own bed in my own house surrounded by people I love, it’s something that can’t be explained and even the feeling is indescribable.
ReplyDeleteHome is where the heart is and where you can be surrounded by those who love you. I’d say that where I live is a house not a home. My family loves and cares about me for sure however, my heart is elsewhere. First of all my heart belongs partly to Australia. Australia has held my heart since I was twelve years old. I am moving there as soon as I get out of college possibly sooner. Two of my closest friends live there and they too hold a good part of my heart. Feeling at home is all about following your heart and surrounding yourself with people who hold your heart. The people that hold my heart include my closest friends, both here and in Australia. I only really feel at home when I am surrounded by them. I don’t feel truly at home many places. Where I live right now is more of a place I go everyday to eat and sleep. I appreciate what my family does for me I just don’t feel at home. Another key concept of a home is a place where you can be yourself and everyone there will accept you as you are. My family puts a lot of pressure on me to be someone that they want me to be. Although they accept parts of me I never feel like they accept all of me which is another reason why I don’t feel that my house is a home. My friends accept me 100% and they would never ask me to change. Being able to live life the way you want is the last key part of a home. Despite the fact that I am still a teenager in high school there are still a few things that I wish to change about my life that I can’t as long as I live in my house. That is why my house is a house rather than a home.
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