You learn early in life (or at least, you should) not to become 'attached' to places, things...even people. Your long curly hair that you had for nine years give or take....cut off and laying on a hairdressers floor. The house you lived in for the first twelve years of your life...your castle, your fortress, your fairy land, your security blanket...sold out from under you. Your adored grandparents, here one day and gone the next. And so the message is driven home..if it can happen once it can happen again so...don't get attached. Stores and services that were like family to you now gone. Landmarks that marked your passages through life, disappeared. Promises made and broken. Don't get attached. And so when someone asked me how I could be considering selling our home of 32 years and moving, asked me if I wouldn't be devastated to leave it, I just laughed. I haven't had a 'home' since I was twelve, just places to live. When I was asked how I was holding up to the fact that my hair in my old age was thinning and disappearing I said it didn't bother me one iota. I haven't cared about my hair since I was nine years old. I'm used to the idea of things just disappearing ....aren''t you?
I suppose this may all sound a little negative but I think of it more as just 'living in the moment'..enjoying what 'is' right now and then moving on.