Now that we have been in our house for just about three years, I have to say it feels like home. When we moved in, it kind of felt like it would never be ours and I found myself wishing for the old place-even though I really hated living there and renting for so long. It took a while before this house became our home, before we got that relaxed feeling after being out all day, and before we had enough furniture to really qualify a few rooms as being made for their intended purpose.
But, now it's ours and it feels like home-all except one room that I have only been in 2 times in the whole time we have lived here. That's my confession! We have a room in the basement that hold the oil tank, and I went in it when we looked at the house and one other time-that's it! Here is a photo of the door (and the floor in my messy office-but that's another kind of confession!)
So, what's your house confession? I would love to know!