Back home for the first christmas in 3 years. Sigh, I love it here.
I suspect I love it from novelty value, it did my head in when I lived here.
I moved to DHs home town, which is near to three major places, has loads of facilities that are great for home ed, much better public transport, I live a much more grown up life there, the ILs are retired so can be much more helpful with the kids, I have a (very - 5 hours a week on average) part time job that is tied to the place, although my other two jobs an be done anywhere, dh has a job there.
But, sigh...
I laugh more here than I ever dover there. There I have friends who are very polite and nice, but I would never get drunk and talk about sex or whatever - its all kids and houses. Here I have one very close friend, several friends who are still closer than anyone over there and loads of acquaintances from my partying days. I also have my parents and my nana, and both my sisters live away but visit regularly.
We might be near loads of cool stuff over there, but I only ever go to the kids stuff. Maybe six times a year I go anywhere but the local pub as an adult. Over here I do two or three times that, despite only visiting in school holidays (we are new to HE)
The towns are about 300 miles apart, I don't drive and the kids are little. We get trains or a lift across but it isn't easy.
We moved over there as DHs brother was ill, then he died, and now we are all that the ILs have. Well, they have a busier social life than me and their siblings etc, but the kids are a huge part of their life. They are a lot older than my parents (nearly 70 to just turned 50). My parents have much more strenuous jobs (physically and mentally, compared to ILs professional/office jobs that they have retired from) and my nana is hard work - I come over to look after her quite a bit.
DH gets angry when I even mention moving over here.
I stay with my parents when I come over, and I suspect a lot of the difference is down to living with other people - I get lonely by myself when the kids have gone to bed and DH works two late evenings and goes to the pub on one or two nights a week. If I moved over, we would have to get our own house so that benefit wouldn't be there. Me and the kids share a bedroom here, although it is huge enough to serve as almost a cramped bedsit. For various reasons my parents have a disproportionately large house that they share with my nana.
One reason we were keen to move away was that my village is like, well, a village, and even the nearest small city is full of people who know people who know people. It meant that a falling out between any two people caused ruptions everywhere (we were part of a small music scene in the city, so it was even smaller a group) and my village is full of people who bullied me at school and/or who know my family so there is no privacy.
I am ten years younger than dh, over there I only seem to know people his age (late 30s) and find it really hard to meet younger people who I 'fit' with. I am a hippy socialist alternative music student type and the people my age at toddler groups etc all seem to know each other and are polite enough but have nothing in common. I am meeting more people through HE, but it is nigh on impossible to do anything that isn't entirely child focused because of the nature of HE.
DH just says I'm not making an effort and he is probably right, but I'm too tired and shy to go to gigs etc without knowing anyone these days, and I go to some political things but again people are either loads older (at party based things) or don't talk to me beyond 'hello comrade' (at rally type things). Discussion things are better, but I am so out of practise that I just blurt out random stuff and embarrass myself.
Help! How do I stop feeling so homesick? I'm at the point where I am considering divorce from a man I love because we are both so entrenched in our views about this and he has the status quo on his side. I keep clothes, toys etc over here, so it is so tempting to just not go back.