home

She lives happily with her husband near the sea in Kamakura.

Keiichi, the tempura's done — bring the plate!

I'm short, so I can't see the top of the shelf, which means I'm basically wiping it by feel.

When I remodeled my home, I put soundproofing and an inside lock on this room alone.

Even if it's just a shack, I want my own place.

Anyone who travels will think there's no place like home.

While I was out, all my money was stolen.

The storm rattled the shutters.

Won't you come stay with us for a week next year?

This time next year, I'll probably be living with you.

Would you like to come to our place next week?

Please leave your hat and overcoat in the entryway.

The room's like a rabbit hutch, though.

She was busy with her knitting. Meanwhile, he was dozing by the fire.

She was pacing around the room. She seemed too worried to sit still.

Complaining she was dead tired, she threw herself onto the couch.

She went to no end of trouble to find them a house.

She asked them to please take off their shoes.

She shut herself in her room.

The instant she stepped into her room, she burst into tears.

She fastened the door and the window with a slide bolt.

She had left the front door unlocked.

She swept the dirt out of the entryway.

She hung a small Picasso painting on the living room wall.

Since she was cold, she turned on the heater.

She supplements her income by taking in student lodgers.

She would rather stay at home than go out.

She has that big house all to herself.

She had a deep attachment to the old house.

"What's the matter?" "Well, you see, I wanted you to trim the branches of the garden tree."