Matt has this lovely salt water aquarium in our living room, and in it live two clown fish. They're actually our friend Ryan's fish, but they live at our house.
From "Finding Nemo," I know that clown fish are supposed to live in anemones. We don't have any anemones.
To my endless delight, our two clown fish are attempting to take up residence in two nearby corals.
Corals are not nearly as delightful to live in as anemones, I think; one has wavy arm things that might be fun to swim through, but no inner chamber in which to take refuge. The other coral... Well, it just seems to scream "sub-standard" housing to me. It's got nothin' much going for it, other than that it's pretty. No place to get inside, nothing to swim through.
But, day after day, Jackie and Nighty, the clown fish, loyally, hopefully stand by their homes. As if to guard them, and to show them off the world of our living room.
They give me hope that we can make "home" out of just about anything, if we have eyes to see.
(Not, of course, that this is any reason to stop working to make sure everyone has a decent place to live...)