Long time lurker, first time poster. I’ll try and keep this short but may end up rambling on a bit…
Almost a year ago we sold our house in the UK and moved abroad. I’d rather not say where we moved to, as I’m worried my post may be outing (I think a couple of people I know here are on Mumsnet).
We moved here mainly for financial reasons, as an opportunity came up for both of us to earn more money, but my husband and I also had ‘itchy feet’ and fancied a change of lifestyle. The kids were 1 and 4 at the time, so we felt that it was a good time to move, before the eldest started school.
However, since we arrived here, not a day goes by where I don’t think fondly back to our life in the UK. I miss our house, our friends and our old routines. I thought I would leave the UK behind with no regrets – I have no family there, I didn’t live there for the first 18 years of my life, and I often felt like a bit of an outsider anyway, due to growing up overseas – but the truth is, it’s taken a move abroad to make me realise how at home I felt before. Here I always feel slightly on edge and out of sorts.
It doesn’t help that I don’t speak the language, and of course I plan on learning it if we end up staying here, but at the moment I don’t have the time or the energy to study. I work part time around school and nursery, and I feel too exhausted to do anything in the evenings (youngest is still waking up several times through the night, and is often up for the day at 6).
I feel like moving here has made our quality of life worse, and not better as I expected. Yes, it’s sunnier, eating out is cheaper, and there is less crime, but there have also been considerable downsides. For one thing, we have moved from a spacious 3-bed house with a small garden and garage, to a cramped 3-bed apartment with a tiny balcony as the only outside space. There is not enough room for our car in the building’s car park, so it has to be parked down the road in a public car park, which is a bit of a pain. The flat is so small that the kids are always on top of each other and we can’t have people to visit or stay. I also find it claustrophobic because I’m used to living in a house with outside space. Most of our stuff is still in storage, including books, toys and clothes, and as silly as it sounds, I really miss having my things around, but there's simply no room for them. Rents are high here and this was already at the top end of our budget, so we won’t be moving soon, unless we decide to buy. However, property is really expensive here and in short supply. Also, most people live in flats and it’s rare to find somewhere with outside space within our budget.
The other thing is that there isn’t really a culture for mums to stay at home. Most mums work full time, and there are no toddler groups, and hardly any classes or activities for pre-schoolers. It is expected that kids will go to full-time day care from a young age. I miss being able to just turn up at a toddler group for a chat and a cuppa. I also miss the camaraderie of mums, being able to have a moan, or organising a night out. In the UK I had lots of friends who were SAHMs or worked P/T, so there was always someone to go for coffee with. Even if I was on my own, I could go to soft play or a church group. There’s nothing like that here because there is simply no demand. The few soft plays here are dead during the week and so too are the parks.
I don’t think we can move back for at least another year, and if we do, I worry that I will struggle to get my eldest into a decent school. I also think he will have a hard time switching to a British school, as the curriculum is so different here. He is really struggling with picking up the language, and the teacher told me he is falling behind, so I’m starting to suspect he may have some mild LDs. The idea of navigating this in a foreign country seems crazy, but it also seems unfair to drag him back to the UK in a year’s time and putting him into Y2.
I don’t really know what to do. I know I should give it at least 2 years to see if I settle, but if I could turn back time, I would go back to the way things were in a heartbeat. I just feel like such a fool for being lured away by money and sunshine. Our life in the UK wasn’t perfect, but we had some good friends, a nice house and the knowledge of how to navigate things.
Does anyone else feel like this? Does it get better with time? What can I do in the short term to get through the next 18 months?
Thanks for reading.