I understand you. On one hand, it also happens to me with some places and with some objects: it's not the objects or spaces, it's family memories. They are full of value because of the hands that gave them to us or full of experiences. I once lost my deceased father's jacket at an airport, and I still regret my clumsiness. Thinking that we won't take anything when we die and that the value lies in the people and what we experience makes us let go of a material weight that isn't important. Thank you for your beautiful comment. Regards