I have moved house 7 times since 2014. I was pondering if this was because I have had a lot of upheaval (divorced after DV that involved a broken bone and spirit, a Masters and a new career that means I had to change jobs a lot to climb the ladder) and couldn't settle psychologically but I have come to the conclusion after deep cleaning my bathroom just now that it's because I reach I certain point with houses where I just hate them because I end up having to clean and maintain them to the point where I just don't enjoy living there anymore. It's the grot we create - my 3dc, DP and I. The dust and the hair and the dirt.
They just become another job for me - I can't look past the skirting boards that need dusting, the marked walls that need painting, the cracked tiles that need replacing, the taps that need de grotting, the sealant that needs changing, the carpets that need hoovering, the baths and toilets that need scrubbing and it just saps the joy out of my 'home'. Anyone else get like this? DP and I bought our current house together in 2021 and I thought that home owner ship might be the key but I am already fantasising about moving because it's an old, cold, dusty victorian terrace with a mouldy bathroom that is beautiful but a nightmare to maintain. But I moved from a new build and I hated that too? If you love your home how do you get to love it or was it just a 'thing' that happened immediately and you've never gone off it? Btw, I am aware I am very privileged to even have a home and even more to buy one but I can't unfeel this growing discontent even though I feel so guilty!