My home feels like home to an extent. It has my husband, pets, memories and stuff in it, so it is home, but it feels more like it's a place to keep our things. When we had our first rented place we knew we weren't staying in that city so it felt temporary, but our space. Then when we got our first unfurnished house, we decorated and bought new curtains, furniture, spent endless money and hours fixing up the garden and we thought that was where we would live for years and so it felt like home. Then our landlord wanted it back, since then we've lived in places we couldn't put a drawing pin in, let alone decorate. Also, after having to move more times, not by choice, nowhere has felt as much like home as the the other place, because in the backs of our minds we are waiting for bad luck and having to move again.
We also haven't put much money into gardens etc because we've lost money on the places we've fixed up and had to leave. Here we had to wait about 6months before we were allowed to hand pictures and our bedroom needs decorating where i had to rip damp wallpaper off when we had a mould problem last yr but they are in no hurry to do anything about it. I don't want to get too attached.
It's frustrating how different landlords allow you to do different things, but i understand why. ILs rent a house to a family put their by the council and they think it's their own. They trashed the place, ripped up lovely gardens, disposed of furniture that came with the house, knocked garden wall down with car, damaged walls, doors, built in furniture and got pets without asking which have ruined the carpets etc. Now the places is suitable damaged, they don't wanna live there anymore. Ils end up with the bill for damage and have to stump up further to make it livable for the next family and that is the 2nd time it's happened.