When my husband died two years ago, after sixty-three years of marriage, I was absolutely devastated (still am). He had told me to sell this house and move into a flat or a bungalow - downsizing of course but at the time I could not. Every time I thought about it I cried. But I had to get on with it myself, there is no option. However, I am getting older and this house is too big for me. I have finally decided to sell and move into a bungalow, nearer my daughter (not with her, I don't think that would work). This plan has not succeeded yet. I have had two offers, both of which fell through - one at the last minute - but I am still trying. I have decided that all my memories are in my head, not in this house and that is one reason I now realise he was right in what he said. I suppose in a way, he is still making the decisions for me. Before you decide coccinelle make sure you know where you want to go - because you will be burning your bridges behind you and once done there will be no going back.