I've moved often. We're all different. When I return to the marital home, either briefly or when I sleep there when visiting, on the couch if both kids are there or one of their rooms if one or both are not, which I designed many details of when we gutted it and of which I'm proud, I feel nothing but that pride. No loss. No regret.

Getting back to I've moved often, and your point about displacement, perhaps because I've moved so often since 2010, and when I left New York four years ago my first stop was a VRBO for six months and then a hotel for a year, I didn't feel what you mentioned, until, I moved to my present situation in PA, a house my friend owns and from which he comes and goes at irregular intervals, in April 2022. I pay to be here. A woman he dates on and off and I do not get along at all. She's mean to him but he's a caveman and only cares about one thing. Sometime that summer or maybe the next, she rented out her house and her guest house on airBNB, and her mother was visiting from Romania, and he threw me out for a weekend so they could stay here. It was just starting to feel like home and I felt displaced and was very upset. And angry.