We 'downsized' once to a lovely village but a conversion of a very old police station. Consequently, it was gorgeous to look at (the old cells were our kitchen with the bars on the Windows etc) but we had the proverbial master bedroom with ensuite up three flights of stairs! Everything you wanted was either on the top floor or ground floor. I got so fit vacuuming those stairs etc and running up and down, cleaning three bathrooms! What were we thinking of? I loved the village, the people, made good friends but the house!
We then got our sensible heads on, bought a bungalow on the outskirts of a small market town, easy walk everywhere, bus stop outside, all the shops you need for every day, masses of clubs and societies if you want to join, etc etc. It's not romantic but very practical and suitable for if either of us are left alone. I wish I could put that last phrase in very small writing because I'm whispering it!