Hello, my husband died ten years ago. I had to sell our family home as I couldn't afford the maintenance and repair costs.
We moved up to the NE because of my husband's promotion in 1999. I am from London, and have never settled here. Unfortunately I didn't get much for the house and couldn't afford to go home, so thought I could stay coastal as our beautiful late sheltie was still here then, but get nearer the south. I did a lot of research and decided on two places that had good train connections. I visited Exmouth, and then Margate, and couldn't afford a property I could envisage 'getting older in' at either place.
When I got back from these visits a bungalow was on the market up here - and I viewed and very luckily my offer was accepted. I completed in March 2021. November 2021 the flat roof was blown off in Storm Arwen, a few weeks later I discovered every floor was rotten. I have had to spend all of my savings and equity on the bungalow and lost all the storage, the fitted wardrobes, and the shower cubicle and all fittings during the floor replacement. I was advised to have 'concrete' sub floor at £40/50K - I couldn't afford that. As the place suffered from the high water table and condensation I had a Positive Input Ventilation unit installed in the loft. I also paid to have the loft insulation increased to 300 mm, more costly than I'd anticipated.
My beloved 17 year old cat and 15 year old dog died just after the floor refit in August and October 2022. My dog had a fungus in his nose from sleeping on the mouldy floors, I am still very very angry with the vendor. She did know as she telephoned me to tell me she'd 'overwatered a plant'. I decided not to have any more pets. Without my pets rats moved into the garden unfortunately, so I had to remove the plum and apple trees from the back garden.
I think all of these things have contributed to me not feeling 'at home' here, but do wonder if it is just the case of believing the grass is greener somewhere else.
I am in a side street about 20 minutes walk from the village, my husband is in the cemetery there so I can visit regularly. I do know most of the people here, and have one person in this street I can go to if I need help, but I do not socialise with her. I do have two best friends in London, one of whom is very critical that I stayed up here. I was on the list for an allotment in the village and got one last January ... very shaded from tall trees and it needed a new shed, as well as digging over as the raspberries had gone wild. Even the water butts fed from shed guttering on the shed roof had leaks. It was too much for me and I gave it up reluctantly, I did enjoy being outside in the fresh air with so many lovely birds.
I do know I am lucky with my location. There is a bus stop within a ten minute walk, I do have a car still, but don't like driving in the dark nowadays. I have a great dentist and doctor's surgery a mile away in the nearest town. I can get the bus north into the larger town for daytime shows at the cinema, or going south, I can get the bus into Newcastle, my son normally meets me there. My son lives near Durham and has just had my first grandchild. His girlfriend's family own the house they rent, and I doubt they will move.
Has anyone made a 'big' move and wish they'd done it sooner?