I like being in my own house, too. It's fine visiting with a good friend for a few hours, and having houseguests is nice for a few days, but mostly I like to be in my house with my family and no one else.
I'm in a funny spot right now because we're in the process of moving. DH has already left, and I'll spend some time with my parents after the movers pick up our stuff on Tuesday, and then I'll finally join DH in our new home (an apartment for now) in Dallas. So even though I'm in my home of the past 6 years right now, it doesn't feel like home. My stuff is all in boxes, and I can't cook or do anything normally due to everything being packed. My kids are with me, but DH and the dog are driving to Dallas right now. I feel like I'm homeless, and I miss having a comfortable place to go. I'm anxious to get out to DH and starting to regret that I told my parents I'd spend so much time with them before I went out there.