I'm thankful for my home. And I struggle with this - sometimes on a daily basis. Seven years ago my hubby and I made the decision to move back to live near his family. And when I say "near his family," I mean directly across the driveway from them. We talked about the various options for housing and decided to buy a used mobile home and live there - "until we could build a house."
Eight years later we still live in that mobile home.
I'm thankful though that we do have room for all of us. It may feel like we are bursting at the seams but a lot of that is simply clutter (which I'm working on getting rid of). I'm also very thankful we do not have a mortgage. I'm thankful we live across the driveway from my in-laws and my hubby's grandfather. In fact, my boys really have no memory of anything else. Our youngest was just an infant when we moved here and our middle son was 3-1/2. To say they have a great relationship with not only their grandparents but also their great-grandfather would be an understatement.
So even though some days I really struggle with the home I live in, I love where I live.