What makes a home? Family. Love. Warm, fuzzy feelings.
What makes a house? Wood. Nails. Paint. Counters. Windows. Furniture.
I'm beginning to understand why making a house is so much harder than making a home. Sure, this concept was vaguely known to me before, but the last week it has been made so much clearer. My grandma is in the process of a massive remodel of an old building she bought this winter. It's taking a lot more than we realized to get it ready.
I've always taken my house for advantage. It's always been here, livable and safe (except for when my dad is doing his own remodeling, which happens quite often).
My ability to use a power drill will never be taken advantage of, however. Nor my knowledge of hammers, nails, paint rollers, brushes, or power saws.
It's been an interesting adventure, one that makes me very tired. We're on a deadline, and I'm technically wasting time now. Probably should have been at grandma's house an hour ago.
Until next time, be thankful for your house. And your home.
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