Hi everyone,
Long story short- i moved house last Friday to a house I was really excited about and I haven’t stopped crying since. I feel like a fish out of water. It’s absolutely huge compared to what I’ve ever been used to and I don’t fit in. I grew up on a council estate and I’m proud of that and I’ve owened house before but they have been non flashy nice little places but this is detached and imposing. My partner was able to secure the gigantic mortgage because of his business but other than that we are modest people.
You should know that at the time of viewing my mum hadn’t even been buried. After a long illness I was so happy that I hadn’t bottled it like I imagined I would that I was kind of open to anything and had a ‘let’s go for it’ attitude. I never actually thought about whether this house was somewhere I could feel comfortable living. I’m the type of person that couldn’t wear designer clothes even if House of Fraser gave them for free, because that’s not who I am.
I realise that this has probably brought on some kind of delayed grief and it’s floored me. But I can’t say I’m sat crying about my mum as such- it’s just a feeling of desperation that I’ve made a mistake moving here and it’s all consuming. The dr gave me propranolol to calm my stomach because I can’t eat. I dread people coming to the house for the first time because they can’t believe how big it is etc and it makes me feel ill.
The big problem is that my partner loves this place. I would feel guilty asking him to move as he’s worked so hard to raise stamp duty etc. I know that I should give it time etc but has anyone else ever felt this bad about where they live? I shouldn’t because it’s lovely, in a lovely area and next door to the high school the kids want to go to. But I just feel a desperate need to be in a more modest home where I feel myself x