It’s possible to have one and not the other. This is the difference in denotative and connotative meanings of words. Denotation is the dictionary definition. By contrast, house and home would be the same thing. If you look at the connotative meaning or the contextual meaning, these two words are completely different. A house is a structure with four walls a door and a roof. By comparison a home could be a loft, a condo, a trailer, or anything else and it implies a sense of security and family. You don’t need a house to raise a child, just a proper home. To tell the truth, when I moved out with my husband I had some adjusting to do. 1st of all there was the moving part. We were packing up a trailer with our friends and family and an old Chinese guy shows up at my parents’ house to speak to my father. He saw lots of white people he had never seen before and thank God I came out before he left and call the police to report a robbery. I am a terrible Asian in the sense I can only say “Hi, how are you?” and “Happy New Year” in Chinese. I did manage to communicate “My dad not here, I moving today” *wink*. But it was definitely an adjustment. I still get scared when my neighbor runs their drier because it sounds like someone is coming through the wall with a sledge hammer. I did realize something I didn’t know about myself: I am my mother. With all the weird pet peeves and all. My husbandand I will lovingly bicker over things I used to with my mother. It’s crazy how as you grow up, you find yourself. I remember at 18 thinking I was an adult and had nothing left to experience. I convinced myself I was done growing once I crossed the threshold into adulthood. At 24 I’ve been with my husband almost 7 years. I thought I knew him inside and out and our marriage was just a formality and another event together. Yet the experience has changed me so much. My life, my love and my home.