My DS is 8 months and we're been living with DP in an expensive rented flat in north London, near to some relatives who love DS. I part own a flat in south London which has been rented out, as we wanted to stay in this area.
We've always had some problems with the landlady, but recently we've had a rat infestation, then I was robbed two streets away, and I foolishly made the rash decision to return to my old flat - and sort of forced DP along with me - and set a chain of events in motion that DP went along with, even though he didn't want to, as he loves the area too. Part of the reason for this was that it seemed that we'd never be able to buy a place around here - DP has had back financial luck in other relationship and I have been a PhD student for 2 years. But last week, I was employed in a fixed term post, which all of a sudden meant we had more options than previously.
Now we are packing up to move in two days, and I am devastated to be leaving this area, where not only my family live, but also some good friends I have made during DS's first months. I've been crying all day. I feel I have been casual and careless in making my decision, and now I feel overwhelmed with the fall out of moving and perhaps moving back, and stressed by the idea of returning to work in 6 weeks, leaving DS in childare (which I've arranged in south London, but now don't know how long for) and deeply regretful not to be near my family who are the only support I have.
Typing this in my sleepless state!
Does anyone have advice, been in a similar situation, want to give me a good metaphorical kick in for being so stupid?!