I apologise in advance for how long this will be, I will try and sum it up!
A few years ago DH and I bought our first home. We completely renovated it, sold it, and used the profit to buy a house we normally couldn't afford in DH hometown. It's beautiful. It's near good schools. It's a stones throw from natural walks. It's near local amenities, everything in walking distance.
Over the last 2 years, it's become a bit of a nightmare. Our car was badly keyed from some local youths. Rubbish is constantly thrown in our garden. The neighbours at the back have been having constantly parties all summer long. You can hear them in my DC bedroom when he is asleep. A faint thudding of music, people screaming, smashing glasses. There's a drummer at the back, who plays a non soundproofed professional drum kit every day from 4pm until 9pm sometimes. Again it's very audible in my dc room when we are putting him to bed at night.
We sit down for dinner as a family to the sound of drums and it sends me mad.
The area is filled with families which we thought would be a good thing, but the people round here don't seem to care about others, their kids are out screaming (seriously, what's with the screaming) till about 11 at night in the summer in their back yards, tearing up and down the street etc.
Next door (attached) moved in this year and it's awful. They bang, slam run about and SCREAM obscenities at each other. In my DC2 room you can hear everything that comes out that vile woman's mouth. She yells telling the kids she hates them and to fucking leave her alone. This is every single morning at least. Quite often it's at dinner as well so as well as sitting down to the sound of drums we are hearing next door slamming doors and screaming. I've considered phoning SS because the content is so bad.
Regular drilling and noisy work at 7am, it's not a massive problem but just shows how little people seem to care around here about others.
There's regular police cars getting smashed only a few streets away, and this week there was a mass brawl at the end of my street with over 100 youths that made the papers.
I was up at 4am today because there was someone outside shouting to be let in to the house across the road, not the resident, someone very dodgy looking.
I think I'm short it's turned out to be the wrong decision, the wrong thing to do for our family, which is a bit hard to swallow.
DH doesn't want to move due to expense, the fact we wouldn't get a house as beautiful as this in a nice area and the upheaval for the DC. He's slowly had enough though.
We can't move for about two years as we are paying off a loan that we got when we moved to this place, and I don't, for my own mental health, know how to cope with all this racket and crime.
Has anyone been through this that has tips on how to cope, or how to pay off debt fast so we can leave?
Is it worth truly spreading ourselves super thin to get a nicer area?
I feel like it's all consuming and I'm just sat waiting for the next party to start or hoping the drummer has broken his arm 