I've been renting a house in Bristol just a couple of streets from my children's lovely school. It's near a popular road (Gloucester Rd) with shops, cafes etc minutes from my doorstep. Unfortunately the landlady decided to sell and with rental prices rising etc we decided it was time to buy. We couldn't afford anything in this area, so we've chosen a lovely home on a road about 20mins walk from here. The road is a big main road which leads to Lockleaze, which is a fairly deprived local authority estate, so this house is on the edge of that.
I don't love the area, it feels nothingy, lacking in character, and I won't be able to walk to anything.
However it's what we can afford, I have a car, and it's best for the children that we settle somewhere that we won't be moved on from (rental). So I bought it.
We're now days from the move, and the packers are packing my house. I feel sick, hate the idea of leaving my road, hate the idea of living in the new road, feel stupid and selfish for feeing this way.