Semantics, Shmantics.

My family is my home, I don't particularly view my house as my home though. This house is a gathering of people in a place for shelter. A gathering of a lot of people in a small place. Too small for personalization, and bit too tiny to really appreciate its potential.

Keys, junk mail, piles of clothes, cups, a year long christmas tree fill this house ... basically it became a place of justified neglect, not becuase these people are particulary dirty messy folks, they've got heaps of clean living potential, but the house did not warrant this kind of attention.

It was merely a place you went to after work and left when the sun came out. Of course, that's the jaded view of these walls, the nicer views have adjectives like "warm" and "comfortable." A while back, there was a lot of respect for this house, respect that kept dishes washed at all times, floors swept and tables clean. But I don't really know what happened. Alls I know is that we all got busy so suddenly. So fast, everyone had something to do, somewhere to go, someone to see.

To cut it short, my family and I are moving to a new home. home, not house ... and that difference in semantics makes all the difference to me.