I’m in a split level bungalow on the coast which I came to reluctantly from the city when I married my golfing husband.
It’s been a happy house though for bringing up the children. I’m trying my hardest to turn it cottagey (bungalow swallowing I believe it’s called) with shutters and wooden arches. Now widowed, it’s too big really, but as the ac/grandchild in normal times come regularly, I’ll stay, god willing. I really don’t fancy the upheaval either, even though the back garden is huge, more like a field...
In flights of fancy, I see myself living in the centre of London, lots of bustle, or even Paris and although I love going around stately homes and manor houses, would hate the responsibility.
I do agree about neighbours, we had some with rabid non stop barking dogs. Thank god they have gone.