I'm leaving my lovely house in the perfect location following a marital split. I'm grateful for the time I've had here with my kids, I know it's too big to maintain on my own in the longer term, and think I am ready to embrace a new place on my own terms, as part of establishing a secure future for myself.
But as the late summer sun plays across the garden I've tended for 15 years, and I hear the birds sing, I feel so sad. Anyone else struggling with an emotional move?