Hello,
I can't even bring myself to write the whole story...
Just want some tlc really.
I'm in a very lucky position to be able to buy a small house - but it's been a horrible process moving out of London. Lived in a noisy, small flat in London for 19 years. After Covid and friends leaving London, needed to make a change - didn't want to live in a box for the rest of my life. I only work part time because of health so can't get a mortgage, but lucky enough to have paid off my mortgage after 19 years - so have a capital pot.
I couldn't decide where to move (had been thinking about it since before Covid, visiting loads of places - Brighton, Hastings, St Leonards, Margate, Totnes, Hebden Bridge, Stroud, Oxford, Bristol, Devon, Cornwall - but still stuck on where to go as a single person with no real pull). Stayed with parents in home counties. Found somewhere in a uni town near a dear friend - but the conveyancing went on for ages and eventually fell through. I had a bit of a breakdown from the stress of it all at that point.
At this point, a significant ex came back into my life - long story - she didn't want me to move too far away, so really needed to move out of my parents after 2 years.. so impulsively bought somewhere in a town near her.. Somewhere I had considered and rejected before in terms of it being too home counties - small town - no one like me (liberal, gay woman who has lived in London all my adult life). She made the area feel like magic, but was going through a divorce and coming out.
Anyway, she ended things with me during the conveyancing process, but I really needed to leave my parents' place after all this time, so I decided to proceed anyway.
It feels now I have made a huge mistake. I realise I only bought this place under her spell, and now it is full of grief for the relationship break up and losing the last place I was trying to buy is consuming me.
I was in London for work this weekend and loved being there with my friends (apart from the pollution). It does feel very busy, but at least people who look interesting are around - I feel like I am in some sort of middle England, culturally monotonous hell at the moment.
The house needs more work than I wanted to do - I opted for an easy chain free conveyancing process on a relatively new place after all the issues I had with the last one, but overlooked not actually liking the house, particularly the small living room, and the tiny, outdated kitchen, the old laminate flooring, the north facing garden, it feels claustrophobic.
Now I'm not sure whether to invest money in it to make it a bit nicer - but how much? I might want to sell fairly soon - so I only really want to spend money that is going to add to it's appeal to buyers - there is scope for various things like extensions, but I don't have the capacity to do that.. possibly bifold doors - but I'm not sure I would get the money back...
I'm considering either selling it and moving back to London (although it is very polluted and pricey) or maybe Oxford, or renting it out and maybe doing a masters in Edinburgh. Or also maybe renting and travelling - but I was really craving a home.. somewhere to be settled with all my stuff and to heal.
My job is mainly work from home, and I feel very isolated. I'm finding it hard to go on local walks as it reminds me of my ex. I tried to go out and make friends, but don't fit in at all with the local people - who are all either tanned and posh or tanned an into botox.. I know this sounds judgemental and probably is..
I feel like I have woken up in a nightmare after being in this whirlwind relationship - I should have known better about.
I feel like such an idiot. My therapist thinks I'm panicking, but I just want out.. not that I am that sure where I would go to. I just don't want to waste my life investing in this place - I can only think about her when I am here. I was so happy all weekend in London and coming back here, I have plunged back into the depths of sadness and isolation.
I have also got some big decisions to make about having a hysterectomy or myomectomy and about my work.. I just feel like such a fool having made a big life decision of the back of a short fling in the hope that this house would be somewhere special for us to be together and for the local walks to be somewhere we could spend time together. I've been single most of my life, but always wanting to be with someone, so the grief seems overwhelming.
Just looking for tlc really and anyone else who has made a silly mistake and how you overcame it?