Girl in a house.

Thursday 16th October 2008.

When I’m older I want to have one thing in particular more than anything else... a home. I can’t even try to explain why, because I find it hard to grasp, exactly a home is so important to me.
They say that you can’t miss something you never had, but what if you did have it and then it was taken away? It doesn’t make you a weaker person for losing something; in fact I think quite the opposite. If you know what you’ve lost then surely it can only make you want to work harder to regain it again.
For a house to be a home it has to be filled with love and passion. It almost doesn’t matter what the passion is directed at; whether it be each other or towards an ambitious dream, as long as it is there. As for the love, that has to be distributed between every member... not only the members but they have to love their house as well.
A house only becomes a home when it’s been filled with memories and moments. It most certainly isn’t the furnishings and decor that will make you feel at home. Homes are like people; they can look like anything on the outside, but it’s only when you learn about the inside that you can really make an honest decision.
When I get a house of my own it’ll be a small one, not big, but just big enough. It’d be better to have one a big too small than a bit too big. In big houses people just live around each other, not with each other, that is almost as tragic as just living on your own.

A house is built with boards and beams. A home is built with love and dreams.
Girl in a house.
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