Maybe the story of a house is the story of people and families coming and going, and growing and changing, of wrecks and divorces and tornados. My family does not live together in one house now. And I am not the same person I was before. People say home is where the heart is— but it’s more complex than that when the where is spread between places. And one day, I will not live in this house anymore. Maybe the story of a house is simply the story of relationships.
