A house is made of walls and beams ; a home is built with love and dream. No expensive furniture. No luxury pool. No specious desk. A home all my own. With my little garrat bedroom and my warm livingroom with a table and chairs with cushions. My charming colorful Hydrenyear. The fish tank with my goldfish are my friends when lonely. I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when raining came on sheltering myself by the warm under the penhouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart. Home keeping hearts are happiest.