Moved back into childhood home.. alone

I will try to keep this short and simple.

I recently had to make a speedy move out of my 1 bedroom apartment I was living alone in due to black mold and flooding. My mother not too long ago built a new house but kept my childhood home to rent out and luckily no one had moved into it after she finished renovating so she’s now renting it out to me. It’s 3 bedrooms and 2 baths and she’s been more than generous and seemingly excited and happy that I’ve moved into the house. Bought me an entertainment center, bedroom set and is helping me figure out how to decorate the place as well as making some long term plans like enjoying my idea of setting up a small gazebo in the backyard.

I’m still getting accustomed not only to now having so much more space but also the fact I’m now living and resetting my life in the house I so desperately wanted to get away from. It’s strangely refreshing but also can’t help but try to set up some spaces how I remember them being growing up and torn between making this house my own now vs wanting to respect all the years and memories the house holds..