Questions, questions.
How can you tell if a place just isn’t right for you?
When do you decide you’ve had enough?
At what point do you tell yourself, I’ve given this a fair shake, and I don’t like it, and at least now I know?
We don’t like it here. We just don’t. It’s not the house. We love the house. It’s everything else.
We’re terrible homeowners. The constant deterioration of one’s home and the resulting need for regular maintenance fills us with panic. We resent the weekends being used up by trips to Home Depot or the nursery.
We’re farther from both our families. Our days of getting free babysitting from the grandparents are over. Henry misses them.
I never realized how much I would hate not being able to walk to something.
There’s so much else. But in the end what it comes down to is: it’s not Brooklyn. Which I knew, moving in! Didn’t I know that? Why am I so surprised? I suppose because I lived in the suburbs growing up, and thought I knew what I was getting myself into.
We’re thinking of returning to Brooklyn and renting. Finding a place we can afford in a good school district may actually be impossible for us, but we’re looking into it.
I feel like a failure. We will undoubtedly take a loss on this place. All I can think is, why did we move? Why did we listen to everyone else telling us we had to leave the city, and not to ourselves?
Or are we being premature? Should we tough it out? When do you really know something isn’t right?










August 7, 2006
Reader Comments (160)
Totally across the board and completely unhelpful.
I do think there is something to listening to your gut. Apparently - and I read this somewhere too - probably the other Gladwell book - the more you think about things the worse decision you make.
But that's just for the "where to live" question. The logistics of it - renting out your house v. selling, if you move back - probably can stand more analysis.
Personally, I do think it takes about a year to really know. You're just at the stage where all the work of moving is over and now you have the time to look around and say - so, we live here? What's here?
Whatever you decide, good luck and don't beat yourself up about a possibly bad decision...we've all been there.
Love your blog.
About a year ago I moved to England knowing no one but my boyfriend. I'm sort of working but sort of not, and the uncertainty has put a huge strain on my psychological resources, and tremendously hampered my ability to relax and make friends.
I really miss home. I miss my family and my friends, and I miss being able to choose NOT to go to a cookout on the weekends.
I'm beginning to realize that a place is just a place, and that your life absolutely depends on the people around you. Are your neighbors all Twilight Zoney, chirpy, lame-o's? Are there a few gems? It takes me a long time to make friends even under the best of circumstances.
If you're serious about getting back to the city, then don't second-guess it. I don't remember: is Henry at school-age yet? The school year is about to begin. Why not let him have a full year in the burbs, and you can consider the place a bit longer and decide in Spring whether to make the move or not. But if you try to move NOW in order to get Henry back to the city for the start of the school year, you'll just double your moving stress.
And if he's not school age, then forget all that. :)
Please accept my biggest warm wishes for a minimally stressful resolution! It sucks when you feel like you can't relax in the place where you live. Time really does help, but people help more, and sometimes it's just wrong no matter how good everything should be.
Isn't that helpful? Same wishy-washy as everyone else!
Good luck!
I tend toward the listen to your gut side on most things in life. But, having just moved into our first house, the money thing is something to consider well and plan for. At the end of the day, you don't have to stay there. But if I were your mom I would tell you to give it a year, reap the tax benefits of homeownership next spring, and plan for a move back to Brooklyn for when Henry is starting school (is that now or a year from now?). Another option to consider is renting your home out. I don't know how you feel about becoming a landlord, but maybe that would kill two birds with one stone and allow you to rent in a good school district in Brooklyn?
If you know in your heart that Brooklyn is for you and you make the decision to do it you are not a failure. Life is too short.
(Come on home. We miss you.)
Your former neighbor
That said, you might just need a little more time to adjust. Whats a few more months in the whole scheme of things?
Best of luck in whatever you choose!
Just don't move to the Poconos. A lot of people from the city move here to get away and I know for a fact all their kids hate it here.
P.S. - This is completely unrelated, but I saw some picture of you at BlogHer and your hair looks fabulous. If I could pull it off I would get it myself.
It's not giving up, it's doing what you know to be right.
Best of luck! :)
And then maybe, just maybe, next year you will look forward to spring, and maybe even get excited to get out into the yard, and appreciate that beauty all over again.
So, there ya go, maybe at least a few actual items you could put on the pro list for staying there.
I'd give it a few more months, and if you still don't feel settled, try renting out your house. Depending on the market there, you might make enough on rent to not only cover the mortgage but also pay a property manager to take care of the landlord duties.
What I do is look at the reasons I'm unhappy and whether they are things that can be changed - for example, I'm unhappy when I don't know how things are done in the new environment, or even stupid stuff like where to shop or what buses/trains I need to know about or the fact I have to walk everywhere in London (because driving here is the quickest way to a heartattack from the stress).
As long as it's the small things making me unhappy, that's fine because I know over time they will disappear. If it's the big things, it's time to move on/back.
When we first moved to Evanston, IL (suburb of Chicago) from Manhattan I freaked out about homeownership. We went from a 550 square foot apartment in a doorman building to a 4 story Victorian farmhouse. I was so overwhelmed by all that needed to be done to the house to make it mine and to make it look "right" and now I realize, for it to be "perfect". The feeling was like being on this crazy roller coaster with images of Martha Stewart shaking her finger at me whizzing by. It was exhausting. And HOUSEWIFE took on a whole new meaning. I was bitter and annoyed that I was responsible for the upkeep of this beast and so crazy all the time about it. And then I just shrugged my shoulders one day and realized that it will indeed take YEARS to get done all I want done. And it's presentable and clean now and totally liveable. And so what that I still have crappy furniture from Ikea. Slowly but surely we'll get window treatments and rugs and real furniture. For now I love living outside of the city, I love driving now, love that I can scoot into Chicgao when I want but can leave it behind and go home to my yard with bunnies and fireflies and little bluebirds that circle over my head while I sing.
But my neighbor who just moved from her city pad in Chicago which is literally 20 minutes away in traffic, finds our little town sterile and creepy and hates it. Just hates it. I can't even imagine her point of view because for me it is such paradise. I'll let you know over time if she hates it as much in a few months. I hope she doesn't. I hope she learns to love it. I hope that for you too.
But I would in NO WAY judge you if you decided to leave tomorrow. I understand that panic attack feeling and the shoe not fitting. I mean, if New Jersey were a boyfriend - would you stay with him even though he smelled a little funny and his idea of a big adventure is a yearly trip to the city to eat at the ESPN Zone in Times Square? Tough call Alice, tough call.....
Vacation in Brooklyn and get in touch with all those things you really miss and those things you've forgotten that made you want to leave in the first place. Good luck!
We bought This Old House five years ago, and even though I love it, I'll be shocked if we make any money on it. Life is not always about coming out on top financially. My beloved is earning 1/3 of his former salary to try to become a self-made man. It's been rough financially, but it's worth it to him to be autonomous, and I'd rather have him happy than extra money in the bank.
After making some major financial BAD MISTAKES, I think the money, it sort of just grows back. You eventually dig out. It's much harder to dig out of the emotional stuff. It was hard to come up with the money for graduate school. It was hard to come up with the money for the wedding on the beach. It was hard to come up with the money for my husband's new job. It will be hard to come up with the money for another child, if we ever have one, or for me to cut back on work, like I will do, dammit, as soon as my beloved is settled in his job - but I think you have to base your plans on what you want out of life, not on what you "should" do.
Get out those want ads RIGHT NOW.
If you still hate it in a year, definately move. But I would encourage to to try to tough out the year.
Sometimes you do just know. I think you really know it when you've thought about it for a whole month non-stop, looking at all the possible angles, have almost convinced yourself that your initial feeling was wrong, then bang, you wake up one morning, feeling pretty good, but knowing and feeling exactly what you felt at the very beginning.
Saying that, I would probably wait another six months before making any big decisions. And I mean wait, not sitting out the six months like purgatory, focused on the end of it, but letting little things slide, living the suburban life and seeing how well or how badly it fits you when the extraneous stuff like home repairs and homesickness wear off.
Alice, you know best.
Just wanted to say I'm sorry that you aren't happy there and that you have this dilemma. I wish it had been a great change for you and for Henry. I totally understand the allure of the suburbs and you don't have anything to regret in the way you thought about it. You couldn't have known.
I also regret buying a house--for different reasons than yours it's a thorn in my side. And I'm not sure what to do either.
But we didn't and we moved back to NC when drama queen was 4 weeks old. I have never regretted it. I just wish my family was closer or could visit more often.
So, the short of it. You will know. If you both feel the same way, do what you need to make it right. And, it's ok to take a loss on the house. We did. It's only money. Your happiness, and your entire families happiness, are worth way more.
also, there are some people who just need to be in the city. I don't know if you are one of them. if the suburbs seem like something you like in theory, maybe it's worth sticking it out for a year.
So are you.