Granted, it's at times overwhelming and more work than I could ever muster, having a home that's almost as old as the city it lives in, but I don't think I could ever live in a home without soul. My favorite thing about the home I live in is its corners. I love the depth of them. The layering of the wood. All the edges. And all the colors. From my living room I can see 7 different colors of paint. My favorite spot in the house is from my bed, seeing the way the morning light plays with the color of my room, the front entrance and the living room.
There are other things about my home I like: having a living room in the middle of the house, meaning I always have light and never have to close the blinds (although I probably should); the sunroom (which I, unfortunately, don't use nearly as often now that I have a laptop that can follow me into the living room) with a window ledge perfect for sitting or placing endless amounts of photos on); and having 2 doors in my bedroom, a feature I initially thought I would dislike (and immediately remedy by closing one of them up) that I would now try to incorporate in all my future homes, it gives great glow to the house... and is perfect for doing laps.
So for all the complaining I may do about my baby blue bathroom with the flooring that always looks dirty, the hardwood floors that need refinishing, the xeriscaped front yard that looks like a nature reserve or the plaster wall in the kitchen needs some (major!) repair the fact of the matter remains: it's the perfect house, and home, for me... and I couldn't imagine myself living anywhere else.
Although I wouldn't mind moving it to somewhere a