Lots of people have commented that the lockdown has highlighted and illuminated many aspect of their lives, and many have questioned their choices.
For me, I moved here ten years ago. We moved here when the youngest was six years old. The children were very happy growing up here, and are in excellent schools. It has been a good move. The area is beautiful, and we have lots and lots of great friends. It is all good in theory. We are in the countryside for context.
But for the last six months/year (pre covid) I have been regularly feeling like I want to go back to my home town, the area where we grew up. I find myself constantly dreaming of moving back, and looking at houses etc.
My parents are still there and are getting older, as it is 200 miles away it hasn't been easy to support them from here, but we have managed to get them shopping etc. I miss them terribly.
I get on super well with my SIL and love dh's family, they all live there too. I miss the security of having family nearby, the lockdown has only reinforced this further.
I also miss the fact it is a much more sociable place, and here we live in the countryside and as much as I love the wildlife and peace, it is quite isolating. You have to be constantly organising things or you never see anyone!!
My home town is close to London, so my teen children would have better prospects when they get to the next stage (there isn't much here in the way of jobs apart from farming) and even dh's job has moved, so he now has a huge commute now actually closer to where we used to live.
I feel we don't have a safety net of having our family close by, as much as I love my friends, it is not the same. It feels to be a long way from the closeness and security of home, and having been ill recently I suppose I feel quite vulnerable now. If anything were to happen to us we are a long long way away from proper help and support. I can't imagine growing old here. It is strange how covid has only highlighted this feeling.
I don't know what to do.
We are coming up for a life junction where we could possibly move back, but I am worried I am looking back at my old life with rose tinted glasses, and dreaming of a lovely family life, close bonds and easy links to fun and excitement in London and perhaps none of this really exists anymore. I have a great life here on paper, so I don't know why I am not as happy as I should be. Maybe I have become ungrateful and complacent about my life here...but I do appreciate it, but it isn't making me happy anymore.
I am scared to make a big mistake at this point.
Tell me what you would do, what is your experience of this?