Comparatively Speaking

Well, this life is different from my "at home" life.
There I seldom meet new people, except at church. And there the extent of it is "Glad you're here. Where are you from?" Of course, there we have a common interest, too. We're all part of the Family. Here, sometimes we figure out that we're kin, but it's more subtle.
Here we put something in our front window to differentiate ourselves from all the similar "houses". (We have a lion from the thrift store and a Cheshire cat from a yard sale.) At home, we're the only house on the block. And even if we weren't, our house doesn't look like anyone elses's.
Here, we walk a lot more. And people are sitting outside their homes expecting folks to stop and talk. At home, we drive everywhere...and no one is expecting us. They're too busy with their own lives and problems.
Here, our "house" can be "in the shop", and we're temporarily homeless. There, the house is always ready to shelter me. There are good points and bad points in every life.