Oh yes, absolutely! The first place that stole my heart was the tiny kitchen in my grandma’s house. It smelled like fresh bread and warm cookies, and every corner had a story—her crooked oven, the sticky counter where she’d leave a little note, the old radio that always played the same lullaby. I’d run my fingers over the countertop, feel the cool wood, and imagine all the meals she’d cooked there. When I walked into that kitchen, I felt a sudden burst of love for all the simple, cozy moments that make a place special. It’s still my favorite spot whenever I need a hug or a quick snack idea!