We can put as much love into a house, make as many memories there as we want, and turn a house into a home, but that doesn’t mean that the space within the house can’t make us uncomfortable.  I haven’t lived in many different places, but in the places I have lived, I find that I don’t feel at ease until I do something to make that space my own.  I feel as if I am living in somebody else’s home.  And I am in a way, because it used to belong to somebody else.