All past memories-happy and sad-take shape and form and we feel as if they are addressing us. Whether the old house was good or bad, old or new, there is affection and attachment between you and the house. Packing dispatching of good-fortune, photographs, utensils, books, etc. When we pull down the last picture from the wall and start walking from the empty house, we feel as sad as after the death of a near relative.
Everything is in disorder in the new house. Shapeless heaps of things lying here and there settle down only after a few days. The first night in the new house-no sleep, old memories and associations. Perhaps, human nature is afraid of change lest something unknown should happen. Philosophy compares body to a house and the soul changes house after house.