A year ago we (me, DH, DCs) relocated from a southern city to a very rural spot up north. We moved to be near family and it is nice being nearer them...but I’m very unhappy. The whole move up here was my idea. It was meant to be a big life change. I hate it. I feel isolated. I miss living in the city. I miss popping out for a meal or having access to great shops. I miss the culture. I miss my friends. I’ve met some lovely people but nobody I am or could see me becoming good friends with. I don’t feel I fit in. I feel I have made this massive mistake. I’ve felt like this basically from the start and it’s getting worse. I want to go home.
DH isn’t in the same place. He misses the buzz of the city and our friends there, but on balance is convinced it was the right thing. He is very frustrated with me that I pushed for this and now I’m not happy.
Kids are settled, eldest happy at a good school. I know the eldest misses some the things that used to be available - parks, clubs, etc - but they are settled here. Little one is a bit little to have a view!
What the heck do I do? This was supposed to be our forever home. It’s a beautiful house in a beautiful area. It’s just not for me. DH is pretty angry at me about it. I suspect if I pushed he’d eventually agree to go back. But I’d be uprooting them all for me. I think the kids would ultimately be better off there than here, mind you. (But of course I would say that!)
Can any relate? Any advice? It’s taking over my life and I feel trapped and sick.