We have just moved house, and left our first family home in the hands of new owners. Moving has never bothered me much before but this time I found it really hard. Once we'd got all our stuff out I went round vacuuming, and I swear in every room I heard echoes of our time there. I came out sobbing.
Our new place is nice (although currently piled high with bags and boxes and still needs some work done before we can use the master bedroom), but I can't help grieving for our happy home.