I really love, as it turned out, my house. I'm attached to her like something more than just walls.
Yes, when I'm away for a week, two or more... I just miss the city, the peace at home.
But it so happened that I decided to leave my life, thinking that it would be better somewhere, with someone it would be better than now and began to live in a rented apartment ...
It turned out that, among other things, I can not live without my house, without my view from the window, without the books that surround me, without pictures, without the light of my desk lamp, without every piece of furniture I have bought over the years, without smell, which is just here..
How is it that we want to change our lives and can leave the person with whom we live and cannot “leave” our home?
Or, when you feel your home with your person, does the material home not matter at all?
what do you think? What is more important: to feel affection for the house or to perceive a man as if you were already at home with him?