I was born and brought up in stockport, I lived there for 32 years, all my family came from/lived there, I'd only ever gone to two schools etc, my late hubby had moved round all his life, so for him there wasn't really anywhere that he called home, we bought a house there (our 2nd) and that was "home" then we were offered an opportunity that we couldn't pass up on, to move to north wales and run our own buisness. We moved to a lovely area just above the welsh mountain zoo, the children were only young and seemed such a lovely place for them to grow up in etc, but it never ever felt like home to me, I could look round and see how beautiful it was etc, but I missed Stockport so much. I made the most of things though, and tried to look at the positives, I got a job that i loved in the local primary school, just 3 hours a day. then my husband died and I was faced with a choice, by now the children were older (22 and 18) and wouldn't be around for much longer. I decided to give myself a coyuple of years and then I'd make a descision, in the meantime I met someone who lived in another part of the country, and the up shot was I moved sold up left my job etc, and I've never regretted it for a moment, even though it's not Stockport, it feels more like home than Wales ever did in the 16 years I was there.
So even though a place may look like everything you've ever wanted etc, it's about far more than that, can't really explain it.
joyce x
