I'm not sure that my title captures what I mean but I couldn't think of another way to phrase it!
Ds has a friend who's house I absolutely love. The first time I dropped him off there I didn't get further than the doorstep but, even so, I felt a really strong sense of familiarity.
The more I went there and the more I saw of the interior, I just felt so at home and as if I belonged there. It's a Tudor house and I've always loved houses from that period.
Ds's friend has moved now but I still drive past it fairly regularly and think how much I love it. I just feel "right" there and very much at home.