“A house is made of walls and beams but a home is made of love and dreams”

Imagine that you’re on a bus full of people in the evening. These people are tired. They’re almost falling asleep. Eventually, they will get out of the bus and mechanically, not paying attention to the weather and traffic lights, they will head towards their houses.

A house is different for everyone. Some people live in small apartments, some in spacious ones. Probably everyone on that bus is hurrying to their soft beds. Some want to make a delicious dinner. This is how they perceive their house: its furniture, appliances, lamps, and souvenirs from travels.

The door of the house opens and instantly a person feels the scent of home, sees that a flower, that had been ill for a long time, blossomed, feels the hugs and kisses of their family members. At that moment, they realize that they did not work in vain; it was not in vain to be in such a hurry to go home, and the whole day was not lived in vain.

It turns out that a house is a place on the map, an address of an apartment, its square meters, and comfortable furniture. Home is something more: it’s warm, cozy, pleasant; you feel that people there need you and wait for you to come home. You’re always understood and loved there.