On Living at Home

It was Thanksgiving. I was talking to my daughter about college life. I lived in the dorms my final three years and commuted my freshman year.

I told her that I lived at home that first year.

She replied, “Don’t you always live at home?”

The answer, in my case, is yes. Home means, among other definitions, “one’s place of residence” and “a familiar or usual setting.” I always had enough money to have a roof over my head, hot- and cold-running water, electricity, heat and air conditioning, furniture, etc.

But unfortunately, it’s not always true. People living on the street are called homeless. Some of those people live out of their cars. Others might sleep on their friend’s couch or in a shelter.

“Home is where the heart is,” goes the cliché.

Too bad it’s not true for everyone.

Until next time! Use the right words!

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