Response written by a 37 year old male.
“Home to me does not mean just a house, although I suppose there must be a house to have a home- and there are plenty of houses that are not homes. The house, even if it is one’s own and furnished to one’s desire, is merely the visible body of a spiritual (for want of a better word) structure built around the lives of say two or more people.
It is a centre of life and activities, not merely a shelter, and even though we have realized for a long time that it all may disappear in a second or two as we have seen other homes do, yet while it remains it is still, to employ a very hackneyed phrase, a castle. A real home is part of a human life, an expression of personality just as much as clothes and manner and behaviour.”