I’m glad you are moving to the house of your dreams and I hope you will be really happy and contented there.
It has taken me 60 years to get into the apartment block I have always loved! Family reasons prevented it before (children cooped up in a flat with no garden is a situation best avoided where possible!) Then, when they left to make homes of their own, my husband wasn’t keen on leaving the garden. Gardening was one of his main hobbies and he loved it. I couldn’t take that away from him, although he made it clear he would have no hesitation in moving if it made me happy, and I just had to say the word and we would move. As I wasn’t unhappy, just a bit sad that an apartment wasn’t a good idea, I said nothing and we stayed put.
When he died, my daughters persuaded me to follow my dream and live where I wanted to live. By this time I was in my mid 70s, but with the family’s help, managed it. The relief I felt on that first day as we sat looking out over the harbour was indescribable. I had come home!
I got there in the end but would give it up in a heartbeat if it would bring my husband back. The family thinks moving has kept me alive and I think they are right.