I moved here February of 2020, had a few weeks of enjoying the city properly and then was confined to my apartment since. Never had a housewarming party and never ended up buying or unpacking the things I would need to host guests. I have a couch, one glass, a bowl, 2 forks, a change of bedding etc. You get the picture.
I lived like a tourist in the city and am now repacking or shuffling boxes that weren't opened to move away.
I realize that the "home" is not about expensive renovations In a gentrified neighborhood but the people and conversations had in it. Pandemic life prevented me from having any social connection at my place. It's bittersweet that I couldn't make this place "Home" but it was a weird and unexpected time to try and start a new life.