I've spent my whole life on a mission to live in the most beautiful and rural place. After DH and I both lost our parents young, we had no ties as our siblings were all scattered. So we moved to a remote area and raised our kids there. We were involved in the community and loved it. But I still had the itch for glorious isolation and 10 years ago we bought and renovated a dilapidated farmhouse. Our younger son took a gap year and helped us and we all loved it. He got married in the garden a couple of years ago.
But he and my other DS are now gone and DH and I are alone. I finally achieved my goal of becoming a writer and so now work from home. As a result, I scarcely ever see a soul. DH has a small business locally so he still sees people most days.
I was already feeling bad, but then my brother died last year and I feel totally unmoored. I suppose I always thought moving near to him was an option I might want one day. Now, after 20 years in this area I've somehow ended up with no friends at all or any reason to be here or anywhere else. I want to belong somewhere, and feel a desperate need to move back to a village where we'll be part of a community. This idea has floored DH and DS who see our farmhouse as our spiritual home. DH says we'll never belong anywhere due to family circumstances and that I should just try to go out and see people.
i've tried going out to do activities but it's disrupted the calm I need to write and I've been unable to meet my publishing commitments this year. Everything seems to have collapsed in a heap. Am I unreasonable to think a move to a village would help?