No place home

A friend of mine is looking for a new church and I went along with her just for a change of scene (and the opportunity to meet for coffee beforehand!)
The service was much the same format as I'm used to, though the set up was 'in the round' and though there was one large screen at the front, the others were smaller, so standing in the wrong place could give you a nasty crick in the neck.
I enjoyed the worship, the teaching was good, the people seemed friendly, in fact there was nothing offensive at all about the whole experience (even the lack of chairs and the requirement to sit on the floor was bearable). However, I felt overwhelmingly like Dorothy, clicking together the heels of her ruby slippers and whispering 'there's no place like home, there's no place like home...'
I have no intention of changing church, that wasn't my motivation for visiting another, however it was lovely to have the unexpected confirmation that I am in the right place at the moment!