It's kind of sad. I think I shed a tear the other day. I've lived there since 2004. I owned it, lived there alone the past few years, put my self through graduate school.
We knew for about a year that when we got engaged this year that I would move into his house. It just makes sense. His house is much bigger, newer, nicer. I don't even have a room in my house big enough for his tournament sized pool table. Plus this house is where I lived with my ex (and continued to live after I bought him out). Not sure if that was a factor or not, but it's just a small little old bungalow.
BUT it's on the river, 0.35 acres, all these mature trees! I've put tons of effort into making lovely xeric scaped gardens.
I'm trying to list all the PROS of his house. He does have mountain views from all sides (because there are no big trees in the way!), much more room, better heating, it has A/C, nicer hardwood floors. He has nicer landscaping that my house, but it's all weed ridden and needs major work. I look forward to restoring the yard to it's intended beauty.
Also, when I do sell my house, I can use the profits to pay off my student loans. I will be 100% debt free. Then I can put all my salary into savings and retirement to catch up since I was in school.
Renting it out wasn't an option since I'd be falling $200 short a month because I cannot rent it for what my mortgage is. Financially it doesn't make sense to keep the house.
I know it will just take time to get over it. I was just very familiary with my place. I remember not feeling like it was home when I first got there, so with time our current house will feel more like home. It is really nice to come home to fiance though.
Anyone else have a similar experience?