Moving houses has been all kinds of fun. Buying new furniture, picking colours, unpacking belongings and putting them into their new places. But the notion of home versus house is one that holds different value and meaning to various people. I've always thought of home and family as almost one in the same. And lately the meaning of home for me has indeed been reinforced more as we have moved. For me, home is not so much the house as it is the people that gather inside of it. You can fill a house up of all things homely, but without the bodies that dwell in it, it is nothing but a shell.


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