What I miss, is not so much the house and garden. I am glad to have had an autumn and winter with little or no gardening. But I have lived in the county, various parts of it for nearly 60 years. Its landscape is in my DNA. There are groups that I have been a member of for nearly as long. I know where the first lark of spring will sing, where to find the first wild primroses (in my garden). I know where everywhere is, can find my way to almost any village, we had rituals and traditions tied round certain places. Every window in my house looked out into forest sized trees.
Do I miss it? Of course I do, I ache for it, BUT, as I said, the garden had become a burden, when DH had heart problems, both children had long difficult drives to reach out. They were wonderful, but it was exhausting. We now live within easy reach of them. DD drops in weekly, DS's journey to us has been halved.
Life is like that and we just have to grit our teeth and adjust. Give me another 50 years and I will know this county as much as I knew my previous county. But there is something about first love and those blue remembered hills.