I like my house. It is my home. But the two are not always the same. House and home are not interchangeable terms. Duh, you say?
Wherever my husband is, that's where my home is. If we lived in an apartment, a hotel room, or a tent, that would be home. So why do we get stuck on places? They are temporary at best.
What do you think?
Oh, by the way, my photos have changed homes... so you can check out some of the new ones at www.flickr.com/relfstrand
See ya in the funny papers!
