House vs Home

Fifteen years ago I moved into my house. Its the house I bought on my own. It was my biggest and most hard fought goal to reach. Saving money wasn't easy when you're working on a Walmart salary! But through hard work and scrimping, I bought my house!

And now, as I look back, the first thing I realize is its the place I have lived in the longest!  My parents moved into their first home when I was 8, and I moved out at 18! 

Sometimes I realize that it's just a house, a place to keep me warm in winter, cool in summer, a place to lay my head, to store my things.  But its also home. A place I have decorated, renovated, painted, repainted. I don't think there's a spot I haven't done something to in order to make it my own.

I know this won't always be home; at some point in the future, I will need to relocate. It will be hard to leave a place that holds so many memories! But there comes a time when life changes bring other changes.  Thankfully, there is always room for more memories.

I will always, always, treasure the memories I made here in this house that became home.