Moved to a new house in December last year and I can’t get over the feeling of wanting to go “home”. I feel like I’m on holiday and just desperate to go home now. I prefer this house in many aspects but it doesn’t feel like home yet and I miss our old house so much. I lived there for 12 years even before I met DP and had our DC, had both of my children there and we had lovely neighbours on our street that we would often chat with and our children would play with. We hardly see any of our neighbours here so maybe I’m feeling a bit isolated. We had outgrown the house so couldn’t have stayed anyway but if I could click my fingers and be back there I would :(
How can I get over this feeling? I know it sounds silly but I feel like I’m grieving.