I’m very fond of this question. As Jess Collins put it in an interview once, “I don’t see that much difference between the spiritual and the material. All matter is energy, and all matter and energy are infused with spirit.” The things I’ve filled my living space with are made of matter and they, generally speaking, possess the very spiritual ability to sustain me and my very base need for textural beauty. My house would definitely be a mentally disturbed person obsessed with stuffing books down his throat, stockpiling paint cans and rocking back and forth on old, creaky chairs. He would be a man, of course, who’s embraced the feminine.
But they do have moods, don’t they, our homes? I suspect you’d glean everything important about me the minute you walked into mine and were perceptive enough…
-Aida
What My House Would Be Like If It Were A Person
by Denise Levertov
from Poems 1972-1982
The Other Day at Portrait... 
Love this question. My house would undoubtedly be a clown or a court jester.