When you home is not your house

I am comfortable in my skin, I am comfortable at work, I make a decision and usually stick with it. I guess outside forces has made me think my home is not my house. I guess my home is my family yet I don't have a home that is my house. I am not sure what I want anymore. I can live in San Diego forever or I can sell my "house" and move elsewhere. I guess that seems drastic because I can just move somewhere else in San Diego, but really is it my house or is it just a bank borrowed house that will continue to be borrowed on forever. No pool in my future at all, unless I move to wherever life takes me. Economics has overtaken my soul in this world. Is this all worth it, just to know your assets dictate your life. I really need to think this over.