We live in an apartment.
It's a beautiful apartment, really, but it's not a house.
For a long time, I felt that in order to make a home a home it had to be house which I was paying a mortgage on.
And then, I changed my mind. Once we got out of the scary, sanitary corporate owned apartments, I really was able to make our home a home.
And it doesn't take much, really.
A little paint.
And a lot of love.
And maybe a trip to Ikea in Frisco.