Home isn’t an address. Home is where you create memories. Welcome home.
It may start out as a two-bedroom, two-bath, mid-80s townhome with a popcorn ceiling. Then it might take the shape of a three-bedroom, two-bath, mid-century rambler with a not-quite-big-enough kitchen. Next, it’s a five-bedroom new build with a giant basement and a ping pong table where the kids accidentally put holes in the drywall with the paddles. Every one of them you call Home. Because Home is never the address. Home is where the heart is, as they say. The place you build a family. The place you forge friendships. The houses will come and go, but Home is something you always have with you.
