I’m not even sure where to begin. English isn’t my first language, so I might ask ChatGPT for help with how to phrase things.
My husband and I have a 7-year-old daughter. We live in one of the most expensive parts of London, and we’ve always loved the neighbourhood. We’ve been renting for years, and just recently we got the keys to our first place, which is a shared ownership flat, only about 200 metres away from where we used to live.
I want to be happy about it, but I can’t. I hate it.
The flat is small, but it was the only thing we could afford to buy. The only real upside is that our monthly costs (mortgage, rent, service charge) are lower than what we paid in rent, so we’ll have more money left over each month. That’s the one good thing.
When we viewed the flat, I told my husband that it felt dark because it’s north-facing. He dismissed it completely. He was focused on how cheap it was compared to our rent. I didn’t stand up for myself, and now I’m stuck here. It’s not just our bedroom, living room. My daughter’s room is dark too. I need sunlight. I need air and light to feel like I can breathe. I feel suffocated.
The building also smells. We didn’t notice it during the viewing, but the ground floor has a mouldy odour. At least we’re on the top floor.
Still, the boiler was supposed to be included in the sale and we assumed that meant it was working. But it’s broken beyond repair. Two engineers confirmed that we need a new one. Because we’re on the top floor and access is difficult, it’ll cost twice as much to replace. We didn’t budget for that.
There’s also a moth infestation. Something else we didn’t notice until we moved in. We’ve already had one round of pest control and have another one booked, but it’s just so much to deal with on top of everything else.
The building is part of a shared ownership development. All the other blocks around us are social housing. I don’t even know if that matters, but it adds to the feeling that I don’t know what we’ve gotten ourselves into.
All I want to do is run. My daughter hates the flat. She said she doesn’t want to move there, and I feel like I failed her.
I want to cry. Sometimes I want to pack up and go back to where I come from, even though I’ve been in the UK for 20 years. To make matters worse, we’re not in the catchment area for a good secondary school.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this. I guess I just need to get it off my chest. I need a space to say all of this without feeling judged.