Yeah....just that, really.
Had an offer accepted on a 4-storey weavers' cottage in a fabulous west Yorkshire area which is well-known for a band contest, friends and family up there, cheaper everything....etc etc
And now I don't want to leave Oxford and our chums, and the general life here - people from all over the world, all the eccentrics and posho-types (and those cracking on to be poshos, who are even funnier)....just Oxford life, really.
Tried moving 18 months ago, which came to nought as the market crashed, but I was gagging to leave.
Now, however, we've settled in the - ahem - v. near Jericho enclave we're in and I just don't want to go.
Just walking to the shop takes half-an-hour as we bump into so many people.
Feeling very sad, tbh.
I know I'll build this kind of life up again in the north, but I shall miss this city desperately.
Come slap some sense into me before I dissolve into a blubbering heap, looking at the dress a neighbour has just bought DD.
Oh no - too late....I'm off.