I too hate where I live - in what I consider to be the worst part of Kent. Have never liked it; much of it is urban and run-down - there is no interesting town to visit - and the rural parts are being swallowed up by soul- sapping, new-build housing estates. There is nothing here that interests me - it’s a cultural desert - and I have to drive at least 20 miles in any direction to reach anywhere interesting.
i love my house in a pretty country lane but not the traffic that goes past: HGVs, buses, tractors and speeding cars - unbelievably we have a 60mph limit. I feel very unsafe if I have to walk in the road (there’s no pavement) and, as another contributor has identified, a nice house can’t fulfil you.
i feel isolated and lonely here because people are reluctant to engage with you; in the village shop they sometimes do not utter a word as they scan your shopping!
My only hope is that my husband is going to retire in the near future but it’s uncertain when exactly as he has to sell a business.
My problem is, he doesn’t want to move - he comes from the area - and he says we can’t afford to move; this is ridiculous - if he wanted to go, we’d be going - I know how determined he is when he sets his mind on something.
i don’t know how I can carry on feeling so trapped and imprisoned and miserable; my husband doesn’t want to know because he counters anything I say with the words, ‘Well,, I’m still working and I’ve had enough of that’, so he’s therefore telling me to shut up and put up which I’d be happy to do if he were to say we’d be moving once he retires; that would sustain me!
i know from this thread that I’m not alone but it frightens me that I’m obsessed with getting out but I can’t see how it will happen and I feel so unhappy and unable to talk to anyone about it. I’m not a young person now - although I’m not yet retirement age -and I’m in good health and still feel youthful ; I just constantly feel I’m wasting my life mired in an environment I loathe.