Our apartment looks like we are camping in it. It was largely unfurnished when we arrived (except for the kitchen and beds we bought and had delivered before we arrived). A messing shipment process has resulted in our stuff only likely to arrive at the end of this month (quick advice: if you have the means to ship your stuff to your new home overseas in a container reserved just for you, it may be worth the extra cost).
So we don’t have most of our appliances or furniture we shipped yet and our home feels pretty incomplete. My friend’s Facebook question got me thinking about my sudden craving for 80s music and it occurred to me that it could be a sort of familiar comfort, a coping mechanism, that helps our home feel more like, well, our home in the absence of more familiar stuff that is (presumably) sailing up the east coast of Africa.