One-and-a-half years ago, I moved into my current house.  The space felt wrong, right from the very first viewing.  The bones were wrong.  And I'm all about the bones!  It was the right location and the price was too good to pass up.  I would get used to it.  As anyone close to me can confirm, I haven't!  The rooms are too big and the windows are massive, the two things I dislike and the shape is all wrong.  I can't settle.  Before I am accused of being ungrateful, I do actually want less, not more.  I am constantly trying to make it feel smaller.  Pulling furniture into the middle of the room.  Constantly trying to cosy it up.  My parents bought the house where I did the majority of my growing up, out of desperation because the school year was starting and we needed somewhere to live.  My mum said that they only intended to stay a year, whilst they looked for something nearer to what they wanted.  They stayed for 35 years.  It was a home full of love but my mum was constantly re-decorating.  Putting paper up, taking it down, changing colour schemes, moving furniture around.  My dad used to joke that there was no point in putting equipment away because they would be re-deorating the following year!  Am I destined to repeat  my mothers life?  Was she constantly changing things because it just never felt right?  Were the bones just too wrong?