Nostalgia

On my way home today, a very beautifully built house caught my eye. It was simply amazing. The front lawn was very tastefully designed with garden stones, and the very elegant flowers next to the fences enhanced the house's beauty even more. The structure was solid yet graceful. It got me thinking, do the inhabitants of such a nice house have the lives that match their property's beauty? Is there a positive correlation between the charm of a house and the life of its occupants?

When I was young, I used to dream of living in a castle that was built on a cloud. But as I started growing older, many things became apparent. For the past 8 years, we have changed a lot of houses, and it always takes me a few months to start calling the new house my home. But today, sitting at the bus looking at that apparently gorgeous house, I realized something: Houses are made of stone and wood -- both mere objects. Homes are made of people and the bonds between them -- the most precious thing in the world. Reminded me of a quote by an unknown author, that it takes hands to build a house, but only hearts can build a home. And then just as suddenly that the bus had stopped in front of that house, it passed by it, and now all that I have are the memories.