I was in the house waiting for the return of my parents from work.

There was a feeling about the place, almost as if the house had been waiting for my return.

That's why I was at the front door of the house waiting for you.

Just as if, he told himself, the house were waiting for the master to come home.

Always, though, there had been this house waiting at me end of a happy day.

No doubt he was sitting in his little house waiting for me to go away.

He couldn't be expected to sit around the house waiting to have breakfast with his daughter.

"Does everyone have a house waiting for them when they arrive?"

Like a new house, waiting for its tenants to move in.

There were a lot of them who had a hundred or more houses waiting to be built.