homage for Allan White:

“We comfort ourselves by reliving memories of protection. Something closed must retain our memories, while leaving them their original value as images. Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.”  -Gastan Bachelard (The Poetics of Space)

It seems that many of us have moved recently... that being stated I encourage you to re-read some of this essay.  It will make you miss the houses you have left behind and cherish the one you are currently residing in.