Whatever17 - yes, we've spent a small fortune on the house and garden. In fact, we've put our hearts and souls into it.
Because we spent 13 years living in a hellhole, and because we needed beds, cookers, carpets etc (and most of our kitchen and bathroom stuff had to be replaced due to the flat being so ickky), I went into debt to do it all because I couldn't stand any more of our lives being wasted by waiting for a "round tuitt" or "when we can afford it" or a "maybe in a few years".
This home has made me so happy that I've been able to reduce the happy pills and glimpse a glimmer at the end of the tunnel. The DCs are so happy because they can be children, play in the street with friends, play in the garden, watch our veg grow. DH is happy because he gets to be a half price Mister Bloom on his veg patch, pretending he knows the difference between a ladybird and that evil potato munching bastard bug.
I make bread, look out of the window to see them playing in the garden, and I am so damn thankful.
But my heart and soul is now almost woven into the actual bricks.
I never had much security as a child - we would move every couple of years (usually just as I'd got used to the place), the awful rows and stuff, parents divorcing, having to flee at the drop of a hat on a couple of occasions. My feet ache with roots that just wait to drop down!
So I find moving very difficult and traumatic (although I was jumping for joy this time!!! :o )
So yes yes yes, I know in my heart that what is said about downsizing is right, but I cannot even think about that right now without panic. (And me having one of my panic attacks is not pretty).
Hence turning this place into a Golden Girls / Batty Bint house when the time comes. 2 birds, one stone and all that :)