There is a moment — and most people who have found their right home will recognise it — when a place stops being a property and starts being a feeling.
It is not always rational. It happens before you have checked the floor area or calculated the EMI or measured the commute. Something about the light through the window, or the way the address rolls off the tongue, or simply the sense that this place fits — the way a good pair of shoes fits, without needing to be broken in.