I’m never happy wherever I am. I have moved house a grand total of 17 times (6 of them were during my childhood admittedly) I find somewhere new, get excited by the change and the opportunity to decorate and make it homely, then I move in and hate it.
There are always issues whether it’s with the house itself, or neighbours or the general area. No where ever feels like home to me. I wait it out at least a year and the feeling never changes. I always long for better. When I get the home that is ‘better’ in my mind, it’s still full of issues that puts me off.
Currently I am living in a house that we moved into 6 weeks ago and I’ve hated it since the minute I stepped inside. I loved it before moving in. I hate the location and the road most of all. Every area gets good and bad but I clearly chose the worst road and ended up with the most run down house on it.
The guilt I feel to my children overrides my own feelings. It rubs off on them as they never feel at home for long in one place (common in rented properties when landlords sell etc). I wanted to find a forever home that ticks the boxes and makes me happy but I’m still looking and I’m sick of it.
Obviously I know I’m the problem as it’s happening constantly. Most people would kill to have the homes I’ve had (and some have been done up lovely since I’ve left) but none of them have been right for me. I don’t feel like I belong anywhere. I find a fault and want to disappear. I skip from town to town to start over where I don’t know anyone and then something gets to me and I feel I need to start the process over again.
I know it’s not normal or fair on my children. They’ve always maintained the same friends and schools, we’ve never moved far enough that I couldn’t take them. But I know how important it is feeling at home and spending your childhood somewhere safe and secure (something I never experienced).
I had mental health issues in my early adult years, ocd, anxiety and depression. I know this could partly be to do with it, not feeling a sense of worth or purpose and hoping a new home would fix that. I’m desperate for somewhere to feel like home so I can stop searching and finally settle. I’ve spent endless amounts of money that I’d rather not have. I have plenty of regrets.
The feeling just gets worse and I don’t know how to stop it. My doctor medicated me but that didn’t work. Counselling hasn’t changed my mindset although it did help me accept the reasons behind it that I’ve mentioned above. She described it as me constantly running away but not knowing who or what from. Myself?
Can anyone help or share their ideas if you have felt this way? What will finally stop this desperation to escape?