I live in a linked house with my 87-year-old father. Usually, I embrace our “household” or our “family”, but today I changed and used the word “home”.
A very different quality; deeper, warmer, more love, more of an alive cocoon.
A bit uncomfortable for me as a modern, individualistic woman.
A family is based on kinship.
A household is a physical place.
A home is something that transcends and includes both.
We have experienced this so many times, that how we frame and name the Embrace, determines what we experience.
Our words are pointers to different layers of reality.