The house I grew up in felt like home and going back there after I left home always felt like home too. My parents have moved and they also say that there new house, whilst it is home, is not home like the old house. The bought the place as a wreck and spent 10 years renovating it - they have put so much of themselves into it that, unless they do the same again, they feel nowhere will really feel like that home.
The house I live in now, which we moved into 2.5 months ago, is beginning to feel like home. Up to then I lived in cities and didn't really feel at home (although to be fair since my number one preoccupation was getting hammered I'm not sure I thought about it at the time). Here I feel like I am building a home and a base and, oddly, for the first time this weekend, I really feel comfortable. Possibly something to do with organic chicken manure and pine cladding removal.