We used to live in a two up two down house. There were two things wrong with it, it was in the suburbs where I didn't fit in and terrible for bus routes.
We decided to buy a three bed closer to town, with a big garden. It was at the top of what we could afford. Our mortgage payments are our biggest outgoing, whilst on the old place we didn't have a mortgage.
At the time I was so stressed from having two kids in a very small space and they had a lot of stuff! I also learnt to drive and so the whole world opened up to me.
What I didn't do was think about our lifestyle. I have gone full time, kids are at school (as opposed to in the old place where I was p/t and one was still at nursery.) I didn't acknowledge that I am not a homebody and our weekends are spent out the house, on day trips or with friends. I think on average we're at home between 7pm to 7am the next day and maybe Saturday mornings and evenings and a bit longer on Sunday. In the holidays we go away usually.
The house feels like a massive waste. It's a beautiful family home that I don't have time to clean or organise. I don't enjoy gardening so that feels like a chore. We should have just bought another small house closer to town.
In the last year I think everyone's priorities have changed and I don't want to miss out on anything. I think it's made me appreciate our adventures more.
If I sell up I'll feel a strange feeling of failure. Why isn't the house enough for me? Why can't I stay home more? Everyone else seems to keep time aside to stay in and do this stuff but I just don't enjoy it.