We live in Cornwall, and DH is getting a new job that will allow us to relocate, and I can get a job (because of the industry I work in) in either Gosport, Exeter or I can stay down here.
At first, I jumped at the chance to move away to somewhere with more going on. I'm forever moaning about the lack of shops, and lack of big chains etc. But recently, I realised how much I'd miss it here. I'd have to leave all my friends behind. The other day, DH was away and I'd left the lights on in the car overnight, draining the battery. I really needed to get out for milk for my DS, and within 15 minutes, two of our friends had pitched up with milk and bits to help me get my car started again. At New Year, I laughed so hard I cried. I'd miss them all so much.
What's wrong with me? Am I just being a bit of a softie? Should I just toughen up, and relocate? DS is still young, he won't know the difference. DH says it's up to me, as long as I'm happy.
AIBU to have second thoughts? Has anyone moved away from everything they
knew to start again? Would you? 