Why don't you come visit us?

Why don't we go home?

Those who live in glass houses should not throw stones.

We really get on and often go to each other's place.

My own house was an eyesore, but it was a small eyesore, and it had been overlooked.

Every evening after school we met in his back garden and arranged Indian battles.

The whole family helped harvest the wheat.

One day I had a phone call from a friend. "There's a nice little earner, won't you come round?" so I went to his house.

The neighbouring house was destroyed, but mine survived just a bit of cost for repair.

You can go skiing if you like, but for my part I prefer to stay at home and read a novel.

This house and this land are mine.

Whenever I go to a Japanese restaurant, I take the disposable chopsticks home with me.

I arrived home, thoroughly worn out, after getting lost in the mountain paths.

Please do your model building at home! The room's full of the smell of lacquer.

"What's up? Fidgeting around in front of the house." "Um ... I was waiting for you to come back."

Looks, brains, reflexes, rich family and, for good measure, vice president of the student committee - in other words he's 'perfect'.

I have included the names and prices of a couple of hotels which are reasonably close to where I live.

I want my own house, even if it's a shack.

At home, because of his reddish hair and freckles, his mother scornfully named him "carrot" and had everybody else call him that.

Hawai, y'know, has a lot of houses with fireplaces doesn't it? The mornings and evenings over there get cold as well so people who feel the cold light fires.