Are you in your forever house?

Yes. Perhaps a bit too large for just us two, and the garden might be a problem one day, but we have lovely neighbours. A short walk takes us into the village. Dentist, doctor, chemist, coop, station, and good buses into town. We are also very near the sea and the coastal path. I think we’ ll stop here.

I've never lived anywhere else but in this house. Logically, it's too big for us now - and the very large garden is definitely getting too much for us, but it would break my heart to have to leave here.

I think you can never say never, events dear boy, events!
While I like my house I hope that a small bungalow somewhere quieter will appear to move to when I retire.

beachcomber76

I agree Rocketstop2 despite what I've just written. Any problem neighbour making my life a misery and I'd have an estate agent round straight away. I do not believe in being a martyr to anyone or anything when your life is being disrupted and peace shattered.

{All neighbours very good here - so far].

Yes that's a good point, nothing is worth losing your peace for .

Wwe have lived here for over 30 years and both still love the house. It has quite flexible living spaces so should adapt easily should we need it too. We purposefully chose a house with a small garden and close to the village centre.

I think the children would disown us if we moved.

IU love this house, but now I no longer drive it is a problem. I applied for and received Attendance Allowance to that helps towards taxi fares I really should move closer to shops but at 82 it is beyond me I think.

I emptied my loft about 10 years ago and my shed is full of mobility equipment which was being given free. I may need it!¬

I thought I was. My husband died suddenly six years ago and I thought I would stay here. Perfect size house, really close to a gorgeous beach in Sussex, lovely village good transport, great neighbours and lovely family in the same village. Great! Roll forward six years, I am 78 this year and have an untreatable terminal illness and much as I love where I live I can’t manage the house without paid help. I have adapted the house to cope with the disease but then other bits of the body packed up too. So although in my head I am only 50 and full of can do, it’s time to be realistic maybe. Or if I only have say a year or two left should I stay here in this lovely house full of memories and the sea air? I can’t talk to the family as they each have different views or don’t want to talk about it, Right now I am propped up in my lovely garden knowing this is my last summer of physically being able to tend it, so that’s another paid help. I am good at clearing stuff out and donating or selling so there’s no clutter. Although my son in law has been caught looking at my books and shaking his head 😂
. As teenage parents we worked hard like our parents did but never dreamt we would ever live somewhere like this so that’s kind of what’s stopping me.

We thought out last house was going to be out forever house but we moved before the neighbour drove me to a nervous breakdown. We made a huge mistake by letting our hearts rule our heads and falling for a house that was far too big for us then and certainly is for me now. But I love it - surrounded by fields and woods, but with all the services we need on the doorstep and good transport links into the city. My neighbours are wonderful. Before too much longer it is going to cost me too much to run and maintain and then I will have to think about selling it. DD is angling now for me to move to an apartment closer to her. At the moment, I can’t imagine it, but I’m sure the day will come.

Definitely not!

Very old mid terrace, built 1904, extended into roof, where our bedroom is, up two flights of stairs, boiling g in the summer, freezing in the wi ter and thank goodness it has an en suite, smallest ever.

We are literally waiting for our last three adult children to bugger of, errrr move out and we will sell and buy a two bedroom two bath roomed flat, on ground floor or with lifts and most definitely off street parking!

We simply cannot wait!!

FriedGreenTomatoes2

We downsized from our semi of 32 years, split the money and bought two small apartments - one here in south Manchester and one in Málaga. We’ve had the Spanish apt 22 years now and this UK one for 16 years. I love each of them for their own reasons.

My husband died 16 weeks ago today and as he urged me to pick up the threads of my life again I’m learning to hop between the two again.

I love having a foot in both camps. The best of both worlds I think. Good friends over the years in both places with the added bonus of family in the UK.

Small spaces wouldn’t suit most people. No UK garden, no pets, no room for crafting etc but to be honest I just absolutely love my lifestyle. I’m just so sad my 73 year old husband is no longer with me to enjoy it all.

I think it sounds absolutely perfect x

67notout I’m sorry to hear you are so unwell,💐

The longest I lived in one house was for 27 years. We had a lovely villa with beautiful sea views of the Med and it was ideal for raising our four children. We added to it over the years and also had a swimming pool put in which meant lovely summers with lots of friends and family around.

We turned the lower floor into a self-contained flat which we let out to holidaymakers for several years, many of whom became lifelong friends, then we moved Mum into it which was great for her and us as she was independent but close enough for the children to be in and out and for help when she needed it.

When we sold it people asked me how I could bear to leave but to me it had served it’s purpose, we were fortunate to have space when we needed it, and my memories would come with me wherever we lived.

We had sold our restaurant shortly after selling the villa so we moved to a more central area on the island to a 500 year old refurbished farm house. I loved it, it was still quite spacious but without much garden, and it had a quirky layout with stairs going in different directions so we all had privacy. By then the two eldest had gone off to live in the US so we had two teenagers still at home.

When DH was taken ill with oesophageal cancer, I realised that it was not a practical house for someone so unwell. He had to be carried up stairs by ambulance people several times (not possible to put a stair lift in) so we had started looking for somewhere on one floor.

Sadly he died before we found a place but soon after he died I had a buyer for the house so had to move again. It was a nightmare finding a suitable property and another nightmare packing up a big house yet again whilst dealing with profound grief.

Luckily, I found my current home, a three bedroomed maisonette which was a new build and not finished when I bought it so it took a while to get a kitchen put in, doors etc and finishing touches but I absolutely love it.

As FGT says, small is not for everyone but it’s perfect for me now I’m on my own as I can cope with cleaning etc plus it’s walking distance to all the amenities I need, even though I do have a car I don’t use it much. I hope this is my last home, I would not like to have to go to a care home but, since I don’t have a crystal ball , what will be will be. Sorry for the long post.🫣