Practicing sentimental non-attachment

So here's the thing: nothing is permanent....everything is subjective.
And while I'm grappling with the whole, "get a hold of your emotions, you have too much sentiment," sort of thing, I think nonattachment is one of life's greatest lessons.
Cuz let's face it, everything is circumstantial and temporary and blahdie-blah; I'm not the first to say this and I certainly won't be the last, but learning to let go can be a harsh and difficult lesson. And even if you learn it for one THING doesn't necessarily mean it will apply to another.
Case in point, I am somewhat particular about the few objects I "own" in this lifetime, let alone the space that I rent temporarily... but I still feel that everything is borrowed because what you take with you (ultimately) cannot be measure in weight or size, but in intellect and choice; in what you can endure, not what you have to show.
Things are merely objects moving from hand to hand to hand, possibly connecting us as isolated individuals, but stunting us in a social life devoid of real union due to attachment to inanimate items.
Could be a late-night rant, but as I get ready to move my stuff out of this home that I now love/resent and into another, it's important to realize this stuff and these buildings are not what I take with me, but the experience, and the lessons.
Hunter S. Thompson said, " Buy the ticket, take the ride," and maybe I still don't fully understand that statement, but now I appreciate the fact that the end result never renders as much as the experience of the journey itself.
Ups and Downs. Ebbs and Flows. We cannot be good without being tempted by bad... the lesson of the experience is key. You can't really be attached to the object, but the experience and memories will always tag along with you...urging you to be better...
Learning and progessing without attachment... this is my practice of late.