I was 2 weeks old when I moved into our family home, there had only been our family who had ever lived in it. My mum left it to my sister and I so I gave her money in exchange for her half after I left my ex. A lovely new start or so I thought.
My neighbours had their house like party central most weekends, now these guys were in their 60s, not teenagers. Music pumped, drink flowed and then the singing commenced. I worked Sat & Sundays and I was totally exhausted in work. Plus their dog howled every time they went out, it was dreadful.
I decided to move, it broke my heart at the thought of it, but it was either that or my health.
The day I closed the door of that house I was so upset, but my memories moved with me and I love where I am now. I got myself a detached bungalow with the loveliest neighbours around me. I know I definitely did the right thing, it's a new chapter of memories now.
The icing on the cake is that the couple who bought my old house have rowdy screaming kids, a couple of dogs and the noise is supposed to be horrendous from it so an old neighbour told me. What comes around goes around....
Good luck with your new home and I hope you have lots of happiness in it 