DH and I owned a three bedroom house in an absolutely beautiful village, with a lovely little school, coffee shop, park, church … although the setting was rural and surrounded by woods and fields and rolling hills it was also near town. It really was idyllic.
But it didn’t work well with WFH (him) we needed a spare room and a garden. So we moved.
Our house is gorgeous but in the arse end of nowhere. I didn’t think I’d feel isolated as after all, I have a car, but I do.
We can’t just move back obviously - but I do miss our old life. Has this ever happened to anyone else?