I feel so pathetic. Dh and I have been in this house almost 20 years. We've done a lot to it. The only reason we're moving is the area. It goes through periods of being rough. It's been ok for a good while. But it's getting rough again.
We're not getting any younger and can't be done with it.
We've found another house and in the process of buying. It isn't dependant on selling ours but ours is on the market.
I'm looking at our beautiful home online that other people will live in. It's breaking me.
I feel guilty because I have a friend going through an awful time. And I'm crying over bricks and mortar.
Luckily I'm not at work for a week so can have my mini breakdown without it affecting work.
Can anyone relate? If I could transport our house to the nicer area we're moving to I would.
I think losing a lot of close family whilst living here may have added to my upset. Lots of good and bad memories tied here.