i must be gettin' old

i have been living in Toronto for almost 9 years now. I have had 4 apartments. I lived in a condo for the first 5 years, had my own cute little apartment for almost 2 years, ran off to NYC for a short time, came back to Toronto and got a place in Liberty Village with a friend for a very short lease and I've been at this new place ever since. 9 years. Each place has been mine, had my stuff in it, smelt like me, even had my art up on the walls, but none of them have ever felt like home. They're comforting in their familiarity, but they've never been home. It's like living in transitioncity ALL the time. I was really hoping this apartment would be home, it was really looking like it might be, but one month in and some major hiccups with an unpleasant roommate made me turtle back up and be comfortable in just being comfortable, not home. It's a great place. Big windows, hardwood floors, two floors, original detailing, a decent sized kitchen. I even have two amazing roommates whom I adore now. It's still just not home. I could put effort into making it home, I should, but something always holds me back. It's nice, it'll do, but it's just a stepping stone to the next, i feel. It never really bothered me. Until recently...
I was housesitting for my sister and I started to feel at home. It was such a nice feeling to be around a place that really felt like a home. It gave me itchy feet. I must be gettin' old....