Anyone can live in a house because a house is just four exterior walls with a roof. Maybe it has electricity, running water, and indoor plumbing. A home, on the other hand, is a place or state of mind where a person feels comfortable and loved. A home looks lived in and not like a stilted magazine picture where a person is afraid to even enter, let alone tip over a cup of coffee. The one time I went to an ‘open house’, I left wondering if anybody actually lived in the house. Nothing was out of place. There was no evidence that children lived there, although there were bedrooms that indicated they did. That was not a home.
In my home, the rug may look threadbare, but it is my threadbare rug indicating several years of traffic comforting the baby, or the children running and playing. The furniture may look ratty and scratched up from years of use, but it is my furniture. Moreover, my furniture has not let me down yet. I am at home when I feel comfortable, warm, fed and rested. Concern and worry cannot live here until they pay their portion of the rent.