That's what modern homes seems to lack these days.
Or is it memories?
I hardly regret the transiency that has marked the last 7 years of my life but I have considered (only very briefly) if I'm missing out in building a home of memories of my own to pass on to my (eventual) children.
I'll just have to build memories that my children will love and cherish, even if they aren't the same as those that I love and cherish.
Loving even the cement floors of my maternal grandparents' home! The most practical type of floors in my opinion.