Moving house next week. I’m the one who wanted to move and instigated it when I found this new place. Now I’m heartbroken and can’t stop crying on and off. All of a sudden the things I was frustrated with I don’t care about. I’m looking around my house and I can’t believe I won’t be here next week.
My husband is understandly very confused by my sudden reaction. I’m confused. I’m taking my daughter out of her nursery that she adores as it’s too far to go to from our new location and she’s going to a new one and I’m feeling so guilty.
I wanted this, and there are so many positives to this move but it’s come so quickly and now I don’t want to leave. But it’s too late now. I’m a mess.