I lack information on the new environment, but I'll try to make something poetic.
The word "beautiful" is an understatement; the flowers are magnets for attention. Their blooming petals and pleasant aroma make for a perfect picnic. These gorgeous plants surround our quaint house, turning this once-house into a home. The windows are so large that you almost feel like you're outside with nature. You could almost feel the cool breeze, the grass grazing your legs, and the sun giving you warmth. The soft carpet that covers the hard concrete is so comfortable that you almost don't need a mattress. Your feet are so comfortable that you'd think you were walking on quicksand. The curtains give the house an elegant touch, like royalty gracing the fibers of this fabric. The soft hum of the highways reminds me of a place I once called home. I miss the city life, but the prairies called my name, and I would be a fool not to.
(This is all I could get done, but I hope this was helpful, I wasn't sure of the question, but this is what came to mind.)