so, the history :we moved to a big city from our home country 15 years ago, we were both in our 20s and finished our university degrees and it felt like a good/fun thing to do.
The present: We've now got two kids, a mortgage, jobs etc and it feels like we could just stay here forever.
Neither of us is blissfully happy but I think DH is fairly content with his lot (except for threat of redundancy hanging over him at the moment - we shou;d know in next month or so).
There are great things about being here - I have lots of friends, a few really close ones, here. There are all the cultural highlights of living in a capital city - though I rarely get to indulge in them.
I've harboured thoughts of moving home for quite a long time, before the kids came I was fairly deeply unhappy here (whether to do with being in the city or something else I cannot be sure). I was home again over Easter and could really see myself living in the countryside there, not too far from a city but in a less pressurised environment, with the kids in local school and with longer summer holidays and shorter school days (the long primary day and short hols here I think contribute to my highly sensitive DD1s near constant state of stress). Of course this would mean one of us would need to be available for the kids more but this is something I'd be happy to do, I think they'd really benefit from it.
I'm fed up with my stressful job in London but don't want to just change it as I don't want a job in this industry (I know, sounds a bit self indulgent in "the current economic climate" when we should all just be glad to have jobs but there you go)and have deep rooted dreams to do something more creative with my life.
I've started to question all the consumerism of modern life and really want to get back to a more simple existence.
I've been on antidepressants for the past two years and my dose has been regularly increased over that time.
My sister thinks I need to get out of the rat race in order to have any hope of getting better. My DH can't bear the idea of moving back. He thinks it would be going backwards.
My point is we never actually decided to live in this city for the rest of our lives, it just happened. I now want to take some time out and actively decide what to do/where to be for the next phase of our lives.
We would probably be able to move back with no mortgage (if we could sell our home here) or else rent the house here out to cover that mortgage and do a kind pof trial period renting back home. If DH doesn't get made redundant he could even get lodgers in our house and I could set up at home and he commute between (he would only need to be in the city 3 days per week)
this is driving me crazy - I find it hard to see wood for trees. My sister is convinced I should go back for sake of mine and kids long term happiness. She is a fairly sensible soul. I've put off thinking about it the past two years as have been trying to stave off the tormented depression thinking too much about this kind of stuff normally creates in me...but we got talking recently and she came clean.
DH thinks I've been brainwashed! But he is fairly happy to meander along ignoring the fact that I taking meds for depression and hate my job. My sister isn't.
any insight/wisdom/experience to share would be most welcomed by this bewildered soul