Disclaimer this could be the wrong thread but there are so many on MN, I never know which to choose
A year ago, DH and I put our flat in Dulwich, London for sale and we started the long, painful process of trying to buy a house in a nearby neighbourhood. And I'm really worried we made the wrong decision....
After multiple viewings of things we couldn't afford, we saw this place. I instantly hated it and wanted to leave. We put an offer in anyway, lost it, then 3 weeks later it came back to market...so we started conveyancing before our own buyers pulled out. It meant pulling out of another house in zone 3 London that was a nice street but smaller. DH saw the potential in this house, because although it needs a lot of work, it was bigger than anything else we'd seen in our price range.
About halfway through the conveyancing process, we discovered it needed a new roof. I braced myself and admitted to DH I thought we should pull out, neither of us were feeling it, and this roof thing was the sign we had been looking for. In a practical sense, the house was / is a good buy because it's very close to a train station, zone 2 London, Victorian and in an up-and-coming neighbourhood.
But, then the vendor knocked a lot of money off and so here we are. I remember at the time, his family berated me, saying I was crazy to pull out of (now discounted) house just because of "instinct" and "feeling."
Trouble is, I'm still waiting to get the feeling. I really don't mean for this to sound selfish or ungrateful, I just feel homesick. We are 4 months into renovation work with no kitchen, bathroom or proper heating. The living room gets light from lampposts nearby shining in, and there's road noise from yobs going up the road on noisy scooters. Our local shops are chicken shops and offies. To get this house to liveable state, I need to empty every penny of my savings account, and that has been a difficult thing for me to come to when I don't particularly love the house.
Anyway. It's causing a bit of a rift between me and DH. I resent him for pushing me into buying it when I wanted to pull out. He resents me for not giving it a go and being upset. He still thinks it's a great investment (it is) and wants me to see the potential. But it's just not feeling like a home. It's not just the renovation, it feels like the street is really cramped and noisy and I'm half wondering why I live in this crazy, polluted city now.
I have dreams where we pull out of the sale and I feel so relieved! Then I wake up. I'm dreaming about moving to the country, or back up north where I'm from. Plus I'm 33 and getting pressure from in-laws that I need to start a family soon - even though I just don't feel that either.
All in all, I feel completely disjointed. I should also point out that I got fired in January for no good reason! So nothing feels stable! Is it normal to feel such buyer's remorse about your house? Will I end up liking it once the renovation is done? Is it just because it's cold and dark and wintry at the moment?
Or have we made an enormous mistake? I'm so homesick for our little flat in our nice neighbourhood.