I loved, indeed am still in love with, the BBG. However it was never a viable option to stay there. I feel honoured to have had that place as part of my earliest memories. I'm nearly 56, l first went there in around 1966, so old second division days. Obviously I can't remember my first game, but I do REM my feelings from those days, and I know that they are from those days because I remember leaving the house and walking to the ground from Havelock Road where I was born and moved from in 1968. Obviously they are more "recent" memories, but the smell of the BBG is still there in me. I don't even have to try to remember it. It's just there. That smell was a "special" smell, especially for a midweek game. That photo that @Angry Ram posts every now and again makes my hairs stand on end and that smell envelopes me.
I couldn't have fonder memories of the place, however it was time to move on. Like all loved one, one day they will no longer be there. But like all loved ones their memory lives on. PP will be like that for many some day. I've been less than a dozen times, but it gives me a tingle when I see it. And if you get to go every other week appreciate it. Those of us who no longer have either miss them both.