My dad and I are too completely different individuals.  He has a menagerie of animals in his man lair.  If you look closely, you might see two little horns (and I’m using horns loosely here) mounted somewhere amongst the trophy bucks.  Yeah, those are mine.  My dad has been doing construction all of his life.  It took me a whole summer to figure out how to use a Metabo® slicer without it flying out of my hands.  I have the scars to prove it.  He loves the great outdoors, and I try to like it half as much as he does. 

One of my favorite childhood memories is whenever my dad finally convinced me to go camping with him.  He knew a great spot up the Ouachita River where we could set up camp right on the river banks.  Now, don’t get me wrong; I do like camping, but this was during the time when video games were getting so popular.  Thankfully, I found a happy medium between video games and the outdoors, a portable Nintendo Game Boy ®.  At the time, I didn’t think my dad knew I brought it.  Now I know my parents are a lot smarter than I thought they were.

Nevertheless, we all have our moments.  My dad thought it would be a great idea to use a mesh covering, which are usually used to keep mosquitos away while you’re eating, as our tent.  Not a bad idea in theory.  Our previous camping trips were always great until it was time to go asleep in those muggy tents.  Unfortunately, my dad failed to check the weather, and a huge thunder storm completely interrupted that beautiful day.  Since the ceiling of our mesh tent was immensely smaller than the base of the tent, we had to huddle all of his gear (and my Game Boy) to the center.  With our boat flooded, we were forced to survive. 

As I get older, moments like that remind me of the difference between a house and a home.  A house can be composed of wood, brick, and metal, but a home can be a raggedy mesh tent trying to survive a storm.  I knew my dad wouldn’t let anything happen to me during that storm, so I wasn’t afraid.  To me, home is a safe place where I can grow as a person.  I felt like at some point when I put away my Game Boy and helped my dad through this catastrophe, I grew as a man.  Well, closer to a man anyways.  I still need my dad’s help to take a brim off my hook every now and then, but my dad helped me develop a lot of character that night in that mesh tent.

When I write about a house, I never use the word “house.”  I always use “home” (if I don’t, then you caught a typo.)   I know what you’re thinking, “What a great sales technique…”  It’s nothing like that.  I’ve noticed that each of our Realtors® truly get an understanding of our clients and their families.  We actually receive a sense of what “home” is for each of these families.  Features and benefits come in second when it comes to selling a home or finding you a new place to grow.  Don’t worry though.  We’re not going to try to sell you a mesh tent.