My grandparents on one side of the family had a beautiful house, with beautiful furniture, and one large room you were basically forbidden from entering unless

My grandparents on one side of the family had a beautiful house, with beautiful furniture, and one large room you were basically forbidden from entering unless on special occasions when they were hosting a formal get-together. You had to be careful about everything you touched. I hated it. Loved them, but hated going there. My other set of grandparents lived in a small house with a garden in back that they used mostly to feed themselves. Nothing matched, everything was old and decades out of date with respect to modern norms, some things had been repaired often. But it was lived in and comfortable and welcoming, and I loved it. I appreciate beautiful things but I don't want to live in a museum. My home is small, and nothing matches. I'm okay with this.