I think this kindof relates. Pretty soon after I got married, I moved back to my hometown where I grew up. It was bittersweet because it was familiar, but most people I knew weren't there anymore. And now, while it wasn't always the best of memories, my old high school is going to be torn down soon and I'll never get to walk by it again. It could be helpful in forgetting the bad, but I don't think I'll ever fully lose the memories and it mostly just feels sad to me. To top it off, my parents who've lived here all my life and still do, might inevitably leave because I haven't given them grandchildren, but my sibling has. They might prefer to live closer to them. Sigh! But it hasn't happened yet, so we'll see.