I can see how that would hurt, any signs of your old life removed so the house can be sold.
I still get wistful whenever I take the bus that passes the apartment where I spent the first 13 years of my life. The garden where we used to play has been largely replaced by new houses. But if I got out, I'd still find the footprint my uncle left in the wet cement when he lived there as a kid.
So the past is not entirely lost.
Thanks for sharing