Please will somebody slap me. We moved 4 weeks ago to a lovely house in a nice area, from a flat in a very mixed part of London. I haven't been able to stop crying since. We did it for the long term - better (on paper) schools, more space, greener environment, but I am terrified that we have made a mistake. Our old area was lively, cosmopolitan, dd was in a lovely lovely nursery and I had lots of friends. I just feel like we have been greedy and tossed away a really great set up for theoretical future gain.
DH thinks I am insane, but he goes out to work everyday and nothing changes for him. I feel awful that I am spoiling these first exciting new months in the house for him, and that is killing me. But if I could move back tomorrow I would; I just can't see us here long term.
I had fairly strong niggles before we moved that I stupidly tried to downplay, but now am beating myself up for not being more forceful about what I really wanted.
Anyone else been in this situation? I know it will get better, and I am making an effort to go out twice a day, meet people etc, I just have this almost overwhelming physical desire to go back home (not the flat, to the area). How long should I give it?
I completely appreciate that I sound like a spoiled cow but I just can't seem to help it. ds is 8 months and refuses to sleep through the night, so I also appreciate that chronic sleep deprivation may have something to do with it.