Do you ever.....

I love my patio on a hot summer day when I can laze on a sunbed with a cool drink & a good book on my Kindle.
I do like my sitting room too-I'm in South Surrey too Gabriella- in the winter when the curtains are drawn & the world shut out but give me the garden every time.

Found the almost perfect house and downsized 2 years ago. I made my living room really colourful but comfy. My friends call it “quirky “. I love that it different, just like me

Living room here ,I cant abide "lounge" I think it came from TV ,American and Australian soaps use it .I have notices most new builds here hav ecompletely open plan living room/kichen and diner ,Not sure I would like thet.I have a kitchen /diner with a sitting area but I do like my seperate living room for watching TV .listening to music or just having friends round without dirty pots in the background

Goodness gracious me....’front room’ ( cos it was in the front) when I was growing up......sitting room now cos it’s where we sit and watch tv or talk or read the papers. I agree ‘lounges are for airports and hotels!! But as long as it’s cosy , warm , and safe and you love being in it....what’s it matter what you call it!

I have to take issue with the OP I'm afraid. Surely there is never a time when the sun is pouring in the windows front and back?

My lounge is where I lounge about!

My dining room (am I allowed to say that?) has lots of Ladderax, blueskies which we bought about 5 years ago. We also have a Danish teak dining table and sideboard. We walk through the dining room to get to our Lounge so see that every day.

Our playroom (or upstairs sitting room!) is all modern and light and open plan with our verriere (or glass corridor, as we call it)

surrounding houses are to expensive for us,but there is a mobile home site just a mile away,which we could afford.

Perhaps start a new thread with your question regarding the above @Elenkalubleton in case you get overlooked in this one.

Kittylester I am so envious. Over fifty years of lovingly polishing mine. It is like a bereavement.........

I love getting into bed on a winters night.The electric blanket will have warmed the sheets. My book is waiting to be read and I'm happy.

After years of moving we have been in our home for 16 years, bliss.

I do get that joyous feeling when I get home, not so much now we are retired and home more but there are still days and evenings when I really am glad to be home.

I love the front of the house in winter for it's cosiness. The back of the house in summer works really well, there are cool spots and warm spots all day and into the evening, joy.

What's not so comforting is the prospect of ripping apart the front room, lounge, living room - whatever you want to call it.

It has to be done as the joists need replacing and we are only just getting over having the back of the house ripped apart and re-done. It's lovely now though so I have faith that the front will be lovely once it's done.

I feel very fortunate to be warm and comfy. Enjoy you day folks.

I love my home too, albeit very small and quirky. I'm always happy to come back, wherever I've been. Settling down in the eveing with candles, dressing gown and cuddly throw, I'm in my element. The biggest compliment I had was when my granddaughter said 'I love everything about your house Nan and everything in it. I wish it were mine!' I'll be even happier when the new front door arrives!

I love my home. I love the summer when we have family bar-b-ques and sit out on seat to have glass of wine in evenings.

The Danish have a lovely word for that feeling..Hygge

I too absolutely love my home and it’s especially lovely as it’s all mine, my design, my choices etc and I love it when my guests compliment me on it to !!

Seems we are engaged in a thread on Hygge, a Danish and Norwegian word for a mood of coziness and comfortable conviviality with feelings of wellness and contentment.

As a cultural category with its sets of associated practices hygge has more or less the same meanings in Danish and Norwegian, but the notion is more central in Denmark than Norway. Wikipedia

I think it is very important to develop the ability to be cozy, and to make thinks like offering refreshments, and chatting to friensds. Hygge.

"Enjoy the little things in life for one day you will look back and realize they were the big things."

- Kurt Vonnegut

Me too travelsafar, so snug and cosy.

We downsized 12 years ago and have recently revamped the lounge/sitting room/drawing room. I love it, have one dark wall and a gas fire that looks like the real thing complete with sparks from the imitation coal. It’s so cosy but lovely in summer. I always say to my DC that the next move will be to sheltered housing.

Travelsafar, you're a poet. What a lovely post

I love my flat it is all mine furnished just as I like it. After the end of a terrible marriage I love that I come in, do what I like, snuggle down and answer to nobody I love living on my own. Oh and it's definitely living room as far as I'm concerned but people should call their space whatever they like.

Yes, I love coming home, wherever we have been, it’s a great
Feeling to walk in the door.I think it’s a female thing to feather and admire our little nests.

This topic made me think about how I feel about our house.
We have lived here for six years, but I still don't quite think of it as 'home'. Perhaps because we lived in our previous home for nearly 30 years. Maybe it's something which develops over time. I love the house itself, our location, our neighbours and the village, but when speaking to people I nearly always refer to "our house" not our home. But I wake up every morning and look out over fields and think how much nicer it is than just seeing more houses across the road. I know how lucky we are and I hope we never have to leave here. So I really must start to consciously think of it as home.

BTW our sitting room/lounge is always called the Living room, even though we do sit and lounge in it!

I cam downstairs early this morning as I was going out. Took my breakfast into the dinning part of the sitting room and sat down. I looked around and thought how wonderful and cosy, the fire was still glowing and the room warm. The colours in the room sort of mingled and it looked in but tidy. Love it.

Our house is about a kitchen and a lounge, but it is when I slip into my bed at night that I feel that frisson and very often say simply “I love my bed”. It’s my most favorite place to be.

I always say 'sitting room' because it is where we sit....'lounge' always sounds very Hyacinth Bucket to me - have I got this the wrong way round? I love my home; we now have a house almost identical to the one I grew up in. I find the greatest joy in life from what we cannot buy; from my back window I have a view of such natural beauty; rolling fields, old houses, some with smoking chimneys, and all the lovely subtle shades of winter in the garden. The pleasure from these simple things outweighs pretty well anything else for me.