Maybe you hate your monthly mortgage payment. Maybe you live in the house your grandparents raised your parents in. Maybe, like me, you are without a home. There are so many perspectives and metaphores on "home".
I just wanna go home. You can never go home. There's no place like home. Home is where the heart is, where you hang your hat, wherever popa lays his head.
Personaly, not having a home, I romanticize the comfort I imagine owning one brings. The clean breezy luxury of a quite room. Personal space. House plants. A sunny garden.
I hope my desire somehow adds value to your viewing of these images of home.