Maybe it's because we don't have children, or because we've only been in this house 9 years (3rd house in 20-year marriage), but this house to me is just a place to hang our hats. Sure, I want it to look nice and well maintained - and it's quite a showplace - but I don't love it. I love the stuff that happens inside it, and the people that come and go, but the happenings and the people aren't house-dependent. I figure as long as that's the case, anyplace with the ones you love, and with adequate loo facilities, is home for me.
We hold the memories. The house just holds the stuff.