Nowhere is perfect. Is it really the old place you’re longing for, or just the fear of permanence where you currently live?
I have spent much of my adult life moving around. I’ve always worked remotely so have been flexible around my husband’s career. We left the last place after less than a year, because he was made redundant shortly after starting his job. I loved it there and made some great friends, but we left in a rush. I hoped we’d stay permanently in the place we moved to next, but I’ve felt miserable living here and made it my mission to move back to our previous place.
Now, after five years – the longest we have lived anywhere – we have an opportunity to move back. Initially I was excited, but now I am looking around – the kids are happily settled in school and I’ve made local friends – and wondering whether this place might be good enough after all. Or should I take one last leap of faith?
