When Home Moves With You After Marriage

I grew up in a kitchen that smelled of cardamom and diesel, a house where my mother boiled tea at fajr and wrapped warm naan in a cloth before dawn. After marriage I left Kabul by a crowded bus with a single suitcase and a hand-written recipe. Sometimes at night I open my phone and read an old text from my mother, the one that says simply, bring my heart with you. My husband knots a scarf into a curtain to make the window ours. For those who married away from where they grew up, how did you make a new place feel like home?