I don't have a home yet. I've never really had a home, not since the house I grew up in was sold.
Over the years, we've trash-picked furniture, been given paintings and framed photos that weren't really our style, pieced together mismatched things and attempted to make a cohesive living space out of it. It hasn't been until recently that I've realized - I hate the free chair we have. I do not want either of our graduation photos framed and on the wall. I like sunflowers but not enough to have an entire kitchen set of sunflower-themed items.
It's ok. All of these things are appreciated. I love the thought put into the gifts we've received, I love the fact that the couch isn't falling apart and we didn't have to pay for it. But it's not my preferred decor. It took a long time, but I've finally decided that I don't need to hang art that I don't like on my walls just because someone gave it to me.
You know what home is? Home is where I can finally paint the sky on my ceiling and mountains in Constantine's room and my walls can be the colors of deep orange clay and sunsets. Home is where every decorative touch is something I actually want, not something I feel obligated to put on display.
I don't have one of those yet.
I will. Some day. Probably not for a while. But I will.