I think I identify most with the House of the Monkey.
As someone who hasn't been knitting for very long [it will be a year next month!], everything is a leap into the exciting unknown for knitting! It's part of the fun of this craft, always having something new to try out.
While I really enjoy the rush of starting projects and browsing new patterns and yarns on ravelry or at stores, I find that I really don't have a big problem with focusing on whatever projects I have at hand. My knitting's pretty monogamous in the sense that I typically have just one going on personally and one going for the shop.
In my short history I haven't been affected with Starteritis, and have had only one UFO lurking in the back of my mind that I've since finished up. I enjoy having an uncomplicated knitting life, free of any guilt of projects that I know I should be doing but just don't want to. The rest of my life's got enough of that as it is!
The runner-up to this choice of house may be the Manatee.
Looking into what the house of the Manatee represents, I'm brought back to the reason why I took up knitting last year in the first place. Knitting was therapy in ways drawing just couldn't be back then. My projects could have been simple or complex, every stitch was comfort. And I wasn't nearly as into the flashy or complex as I was with enjoying the simple pleasure of binding off something completed with my own two hands. Coulda been a washcloth or a colorwork design of my own, I felt great even if I made lots of mistakes in it.
Friends hear it every damn day, knitting's a miracle. I'm making string into the shape of clothes! How is that not a victory in itself?
Hey, maybe I'm actually a Manakey/Monkatee. But if I had to live in a common room and could only pick one it would have to be the Monkey house. No offense intended, but Monkey knitters might make better company.