‘Home’ is a created thing, an emergent property.
I moved into a new apartment a week ago yesterday and I’ve noticed that, at first, there’s that feeling of generic-ness. As in ‘my stuff happens to be located in this standard set of rooms’. But then there’s the arranging and adjusting, and it starts to feel more personal.
I find that an apartment only really starts to feel like mine once the books are in place.