I have a confession to make ...
i went home in Feb & HATED it!!!
I still get homesick, but going back, just me & dd, my parents treated me like an errant teen (which made me behave like one) & the ILs weren't much better on that front, PLUS MIL is highly manipulative, self centred & loves the use of emotional blackmail.
It rained almost every day, the roads were literally awash with mud. The traffic was horrific - i spent 5 hours driving 120 miles one day , and I got so fed up with queues everywhere - 15 mins to drive 5 mile to get to shops, 15 min queue to get petrol, which nearly bankrupted me, beggars on the streets, waiting in shops to be served.
After a few days I sort of readjusted, but when I look at the places we could afford to live, I shudder! It's not just about wanting a nice house, I just want to send dd to a decent school, not be stuck on the edge of a town with traffic problems to deal with, i want space to have fun & play etc. where we are here, crime is MUCH lower, it's so much safer & friendlier.
but i still get all nostalgic & homesick!
the only person i have told this to is dh (who, obviously, i missed), there's no way i can tell my family, and i still want to see them, but really, that last trip put me off moving back to the UK.
i'm a bad person, aren't i?