My room is no longer mine

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My dad never owned a house, we have always lived with his elder sister. I never had a bedroom of my own, always slept either in aunt's room or in living room...but inside aunt's bedroom there was a small room supposed to be an attached bathroom but for all these years that room was being used as storeroom to keep extra clothes n extra bedding, never used it as a bathroom. That storeroom was mine. I used to hide there, pray, watch movies, sometimes even study. But spend most of my alone time there without disturbance. It was my favourite place in house. But now I have to leave it. Aunt is growing older. She needs this toilet nearby for convenience, so today they are converting that storeroom into attached bathroom. Yesterday I had to clear out all things. It is her house n her need right now but still hurts to let go something that belonged to you since you were born, at least figuratively if not literally. I had pasted all kinds of motivational thoughts n pictures on all walls in my storeroom from past 3 years and recently after an exam went bad, I had angrily removed at least 20 posts n threw them into dustbin but I had left 2 posts on the wall... One was d 1st paper I had posted asking myself to study n not waste time n 2nd one was my favourite.. It was an enlarged pic of a training academy I wanted to be in. These I had left because I did not want to give up on my dream. But yesterday while removing them I was crying. I don't know why but I felt so depressed. Since I was a kid, whenever dad was angry and I was scared, I used to hide in that storeroom for hours. But now I don't have anywhere to hide, to be left alone when I want to. I understand this is not my permanent home and I might get married and move out or find a new house someday soon, I don't know. But I need to let go. P.S.: I also need to clear, dispose off all that stuff i have removed from the room. Loads of work and lazy to do...