I have been living at my sister-in-laws, in her rental space, for about a year and a half now. And although I love it, my husband and I have our own space, my doggy gets to live comfortably, we were able to Musubi, we have access to an awesome outdoor space to entertain in, and much more, I haven't really felt fully at home. Not as in I didn't feel comfortable here or I couldn't relax, it was more I fell into my old Hawaii mindset of "this is temporary" and I didn't let myself get too comfortable. I never made the space mine.