“A man’s home is his wife’s castle.”
“I share my house with a colony of bats.”
“My crib contained a pillow with Karl Marx on one side and Engels on the other. It was Berkeley in the late 70s, after all…”
“In other houses there were people, there must be lights, but they were too far away to seem real.”
What about that collection of milk bottles, or jelly jars, or old sneakers, or the wetsuit that fit you 23 years ago?
With a rental, if the building starts leaning 18 inches to the left, you can walk away.
“Where you belong” isn’t a one-size-fits-all phrase.