Not house - home.
We've all made the mistake though, haven't we - mistaking houses for homes? My family and I are in the middle of remaking our house so we can move back into it in a couple months. It's easy to believe our happiness will be complete when certain improvements are done.
In fact, everything will be easier - parenting, work, marriage - all those things that are so complex right now will be simplified once we're back in our house. These thoughts clear up when I remember it's only a house we're going back to - and it will not satisfy the ache.
We all know that ache.
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As we grew, we came to know the ache when we were away from our house. When we drove back into our city or town, the skyline, the library on the corner, the water tower, and finally our driveway reminded us how much we ached for our known-place.
And now, if we have our own children, we see the same pattern growing inside them; all is right when our place is secure. The blanket, the toys, even the furniture all make up a house that they are coming to know as home.
Of course, family always forms an integral part of our idea of home. And that's yet another temptation: if all my family is filling this place, then I'll be content.
My wife and I have a house-full, and most days we're together. So why do I still ache? Why won't the house become a home?
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