Myself and DH have lived in three houses together. However this is our forever home and all of a sudden I look around and feel like I have a ‘grown up’ house.
We have fun glasses, enough champagne glasses for an actual toast of more than just the two of us. We have pictures (I.e. not one from the range print section - not that there is anything wrong with that!), a gravy boat that wasn’t bought in a rush from Tesco on Christmas Eve and nice curtains that aren’t had me downs. All of our furniture is pretty much secondhand but it doesn’t seem to matter anymore - it suits the house.
Is it just me that’s had this realisation - previous houses were nice and tasteful but didn’t really feel like your parents house (in a positive way!) but this one does…