We moved to a small village in the middle of nowhere a few months after my brother died. I was desperate to leave where we were living at the time as we had neighbours from hell, my brother had just died and not long before that my dear father had died. My husband was more than happy to look at a rural idyll, particularly as it lessened his commute. What I, stupidly, did not realise was that I would be leaving behind my support network; my close family and great friends. I somehow thought I'd be able to visit my family regularly, which I do but it's not the same as having them nearby, and replicate what I had with regards to friends where we used to live...The net result is, nearly 5 years on, I have many acquaintances, but no one who is a close friend. I live in a lovely, much bigger house, but I miss city living. I miss my old life.