I know I'm being completely ridiculous and ungrateful. We have an objectively lovely house. Good location, decent size, some nice Victorian styling. Expensive mortgage but not currently unaffordable.
I just... want to move. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched. I am obsessed by house websites. I don't feel settled in the house. It needs a few things done but I don't make any progress with them 'because we might move'
DH doesn't want to move. He's pretty stubborn so it's 99.99% certainty we won't be moving. I know this, but I dream anyway. There's nothing wrong with where we live just now so why am I dreaming? Am I just a bit bored?
Has anyone felt like this? Feel free to give me a virtual smack around the chops and tell me to be grateful with what we have (I am! I think)