OK, I know this is a total First World Problem. I have a healthy DS, a job which is ok ( not great, but ok), and a decent relationship with DH. Lots and lots to be thankful for.
But... I never wanted to live where I do. I have lived in places which I genuinely loved in the past and it brought something really important to my day to day life.
It isn't awful but it just doesn't feel like my home and never has - it was always meant to be temporary. But ten years on, we are still here. It works for everyone else and DH thinks I have a bad case of 'the grass is always greener' but... I don't love it. It doesn't feel right.
I have just turned 40 and the thought that this is it for the rest of my life just makes me want to cry. Does anyone else get this?
WWYD?