Calling A New Place Home



With the exception of a three year stint where I lived on campus at the university I attended, I have lived in the same house my whole life. It’s the house I was brought home to fresh out of hospital as a newborn, the house I grew up in, and the house I have always known. While living there, I had bedrooms in three different rooms. I saw the change from wallpaper to incredibly bright paint (my parents were not fans of neutrals/beige/white) and a variety of pets including cats (always ginger), birds and fish. My whole life has been in that house and it’s very special to me.

When I got married in April and returned from my honeymoon, it was my first time properly moving out of home (I don’t really count uni because I came home every holiday/over summer). While very excited to have my own space with my new husband, I was really nervous. DG anticipated this and told me that if at any point I wanted to spend a night at home with my dad, that we was okay with it. Sweet guy this one. I haven’t felt the need to take him up on this offer for those wondering.

In one of the biggest surprises for me, I haven’t felt home sick. It helps that my Dad lives only 10 minutes away from our new home (this wasn’t deliberate, it was just where we were able to find a rental) and I still see him on a semi-regular basis. It has always been very important to me for a house to be a home. I love having photos up on the walls. In fact, I find it incredibly strange when I go to people’s homes and there are no photos. It feels too much like a display home to me.

As soon as we moved into our place, DG and I set about making our house a home. We furnished it with furniture and accessories which reflect us and our personal style. We’ve put little touches of us around the place. We did an IKEA run which we survived and we assembled flat-packs without fighting. We’re still waiting for our medal. We bought bookcases and a china cabinet that I’ve been wanting for years.

While we haven’t gotten around to hanging up our photos, there is enough of us for me to feel like this is home. It was a quicker transition than I ever expected to happen.

How old were you when you first moved out of home? Did you find the transition difficult or was it easy for you? How did you make your new place feel like home?


  • Gary

    The last place I called home was a house I owned in Darwin. That is where my soul and spirit still reside. That was 2007. I now have a place where I exist in Canberra. One day I will go home.

  • Tamsin Howse

    It’s taken a really long time to make our house feel like it is “home” for me, mostly because I felt for a really long time like it wasn’t done yet. It still isn’t done yet, but I feel more comfortable now than when we first moved in with our off-the-side-of-the-road couches and nasty old futon.

    But having lived in my parent’s house, custom built for them by my uncle, for the entirety of my life up until moving into St Leonards with the VIking, did make the adjustment a bit weird. And then moving back into my parents house with the Viking a few months before our wedding because we ended up homeless, well that was even weirder. But still not as weird as my brother staying in my bedroom when he comes to visit Sydney. Sure, they’ve bought new furniture and rearranged it, but it will always be my bedroom.

  • Lucy

    I’ve been out of my parents house since January 2011. I still haven’t found a place that I call home yet. I’ve been in youth homeless accommodation since 2012. This year I’ll be moving in to my own rental.
    I’m sure I’ll make a place my home soon.

  • Liz @ I Spy Plum Pie

    I moved out of home when I was 21 and lived in a series of sharehouses, which were all ‘home’, but felt homely in varying degrees, if that makes any sense! I bought my first apartment late last year and one of the reasons I chose the one I did is because it felt right from the first time I inspected it. I’m still getting things like prints for the walls and plants for the balcony, but it definitely feels like home already.
    My parents place will always feel like home as well though (well, for as long as they stay in the house I grew up in!), but they have done a lot of renovations/bought new furniture since I moved out, so it’s not quite the same place as it was back then!

  • Tamsin Howse

    Forgot to say, I’ve never lived in a house with photographs on the walls. My parents never put up photos in my childhood home. In our current place we have some in frames in the bookshelf and one wall that has a couple of pictures on it, but that’s it. And now my parents have one photo from our wedding up on their wall, which I’m pretty certain my mum liked because it’s a stunning photo and would make a beautiful art piece.

  • Maryann

    I have lived in 14 different houses/flats to date. The first six with my parents. I am serial renter. The feel of the place is important. They all felt like home because I make it a home with my stuff.

  • Melissa Savage

    I like moving every couple of years. It means you have a good chuck out. But now we own (with a mortgage, so I don’t know how long before we move again). Although I wish I’d been able to move out and source all my own stuff in my own taste. We have slowly bought a lot of our own pieces, but we have so many hand-me-downs, and not quite perfect bits sort of cobbled together. I really appreciate that we never had to really spend a lot of money, but I’d love to be able to decorate from scratch (without the hassle of getting rid of furniture which is such a freaking hassle), basically.