Who misses their old house?

Detroit

I've never missed a house for sentimental reasons such as memories of the happy times spent there, as they go with you. As long as my family are there, the building we're in doesn't much matter.
I've moved quite a lot and each time have enjoyed the challenge of making a home from the new place, making the most of it's positive points.

I ease the transition by trying to recreate the familiar, at least initially. So, while it's a new house, our living room, kids bedrooms and so on are still fundamentally the same in appearance, with our furniture, pictures and so on from the old place there. Then, when we get settled, start to make changes in keeping with the new property.

The hardest move, some time ago, was a reluctant down size. I found it harder to part with some of our possessions than with the house itself.

The_Earl_of_Streatham

When I moved, I missed the house I'd just bought. Got all my stuff in and went out to get some milk, late afternoon, getting dark. When I came back I walked straight past the place. I realised pretty quickly but considered walking round the block so that I didn't have to turn round and walk back, you know, neighbours, first impressions.

Tygermoth

I do, passionately.

My old house was an awkward cottage, with big gardens and wonderful neighbours. It was quirky, decrepit and the electrics were dodgy. But it was quiet, had a feeling of happiness when you walked through the door.

The house was bright and sunny the rooms were big with windows that looked out on the greens or over the allotments to the back. Chickens puttered in the gardens and we swapped eggs for veggies with the allotments behind us or for honey from the bee keeper two doors down. In the summer it caught that golden sunlight in the rooms and halls. It was freezing during the winter, the drive became like Glastonbury when it rained, but the log burners made it homely. Everything had its place. It just had a feeling of cheerful warmth.

The landlord was lovely - when she died the son paid a fortune to get round the trusts restriction on selling the houses (we were one of eight in the lane) and maintaining the tenancies. He summarily evicted everyone (some had been in the houses for 40 years) and sold them on mass to a developer.

I hate my current house – taken due to necessity. Is horrible, dark and nasty. It’s got stinking damp, a leaking boiler the landlord refuses to fix (says it’s not the boiler but water from the guttering getting in) – it’s got gutters that have fallen down so rain water runs down the exterior a burst pipe under the kitchen floor.

The drains are full of tree roots so water backs up all over the shot. The internal walls are terrible plaster done on the cheap, so bad it won’t even hold up curtain rails or pictures. All this and it’s an eye watering sum to rent per month.

We have this landlord to thank for making me SO MAD that we have budgeted to within an inch of our lives to save a deposit – I am talking bonkers no spend months for over a year. So I hope that Brexit hasn’t just put our plans in the chipper.

Mortgage offer due back tomorrow – chain of only three, us from rented, next buying, the next going to rented - fingers crossed people.

densol_2

I dont ! I bought my house 15 years ago. It was a new house ( like the one I was in ) built by the same builder. I lived opposite - like a weak arms stone throw away. I see my old house ( which is a semi ) every day. All I remember is the screaming screechy neighbour we had who is still there and how glad I was to move ! Lol

densol_2

Tygermoth wrote: »

I do, passionately.

My old house was an awkward cottage, with big gardens and wonderful neighbours. It was quirky, decrepit and the electrics were dodgy. But it was quiet, had a feeling of happiness when you walked through the door.

The house was bright and sunny the rooms were big with windows that looked out on the greens or over the allotments to the back. Chickens puttered in the gardens and we swapped eggs for veggies with the allotments behind us or for honey from the bee keeper two doors down. In the summer it caught that golden sunlight in the rooms and halls. It was freezing during the winter, the drive became like Glastonbury when it rained, but the log burners made it homely. Everything had its place. It just had a feeling of cheerful warmth.

The landlord was lovely - when she died the son paid a fortune to get round the trusts restriction on selling the houses (we were one of eight in the lane) and maintaining the tenancies. He summarily evicted everyone (some had been in the houses for 40 years) and sold them on mass to a developer.

I hate my current house – taken due to necessity. Is horrible, dark and nasty. It’s got stinking damp, a leaking boiler the landlord refuses to fix (says it’s not the boiler but water from the guttering getting in) – it’s got gutters that have fallen down so rain water runs down the exterior a burst pipe under the kitchen floor.

The drains are full of tree roots so water backs up all over the shot. The internal walls are terrible plaster done on the cheap, so bad it won’t even hold up curtain rails or pictures. All this and it’s an eye watering sum to rent per month.

We have this landlord to thank for making me SO MAD that we have budgeted to within an inch of our lives to save a deposit – I am talking bonkers no spend months for over a year. So I hope that Brexit hasn’t just put our plans in the chipper.

Mortgage offer due back tomorrow – chain of only three, us from rented, next buying, the next going to rented - fingers crossed people.

Oh good luck ! Hope your new home has your cottage feel again for you