We lived on a new build estate. I quite liked the house, but we moved in the end for a number of reasons.
First, the Housing Association moved some ‘problem families’ onto the estate. Most of the people in social housing were lovely (my dad grew up in SH, and so did my cousins and my closest friend), but you only need one or two bad apples and they cause misery. They parked their cars wherever they liked, let their (numerous) kids vandalise property, woke us up at three in the morning. The final straw was a police helicopter being called in!! Seems that even if you work hard and save your money you can’t escape people like that.
Second, the feeling of suffocation. Developers seem to begrudge every inch of space. All they care about is money, so they’ll build as small as they can, and squeeze as many little rabbit hutches on top of one another as possible. Again, most people are OK, but you only need one noisy fecker and life become unbearable (especially for an introvert like me who craves space and silence).
Third, having too many people on top of you. There were just too many people around me. Like I said, I’m an introvert and need a lot of silence and alone time. Every time I set foot outside the door I seemed to run into somebody.