“I listened to my husband and we moved out of the city. It’s far from everywhere, and there are traffic jams. Never again”

I grew up in a block of flats throughout my childhood and got used to the thin walls and noise in the staircase. My husband, on the contrary, comes from a small town and grew up in a large house with a garden. That’s why as soon as we moved into a three-room apartment on the 5th floor, he immediately said it was “only for a while” and we had to keep thinking about moving to something bigger.

We have one child. Agatha is now a teenager. In the previous apartment, contrary to appearances, we did not complain about the space, the bride had her own room, we had our bedroom, and there was a living room. Moreover, close to everything. There was a metro station right next to us, because we lived in Warsaw. Community parking, etc. There was generally no reason to complain, but my husband saw it differently. Years later, we saved some money (we are both over 40) and a great offer came along, 50 kilometers from Warsaw. By car? Apparently not far. The plot, honestly, is beautiful and close to the forest.

We didn’t have to take out a loan, and since my husband had been drilling a hole in my stomach for a long time, I didn’t think twice about it. The decision was made to move. He convinced me that I would see “how great it is to plant your own plants”, “how great it is to have a forest under your nose”, etc. I listened to my husband and we moved out of the city.

Indeed, at the beginning I saw only positives. We go to work by car anyway, so at most we can get up 20 minutes earlier, and one of us will drop Agata to the subway in the morning so that she won’t be late for school. If necessary, he can take the train, they run once an hour. But it all seemed easy only in theory.

They moved from the city to the countryside. “I’m fed up with this life. I function like a zombie”

And in reality? It’s far from everywhere and there are traffic jams. 4 hours a day in traffic jams is just the beginning. It’s still not that bad – you can stand much longer in the afternoons. Not to mention when it’s winter. When it snows and then there is thaw, the road becomes so rutted that there is no forgiveness. Sometimes you can’t get home. Of course, now much more money is spent on gasoline. We can’t make an appointment with someone “in the city in an hour”, because the entire logistics of getting there take much longer. Agata also complains because she is completely cut off from her friends during the week.

My husband and I get up at 5:00 in the morning. I start work at 9 a.m. and should finish at 5 p.m. I’m home at 7-8 p.m., if the script is good. I’m fed up with this life. During the week I function like a zombie. I spend most of my time in the office and then in the car. And so 7 days a week. Theoretically, we have the weekend to catch up socially, but usually I’m so exhausted after a whole week of traveling that I just want to rot on the couch.

My husband, however, is delighted. She reacts to every criticism from me with anger, saying that “I agreed to it”, that “what do I mean”, after all, we have a garden and a beautiful house. I can’t deny that it’s much better in the summer. Easier access, we can organize a barbecue for friends in the garden, relax on the grass. This is just great. But these 2-3 months a year will not make up for the fact that I spend most of my life in traffic jams. If I could turn back time, I would never agree to this. Moving from Warsaw? Never again. And I advise everyone to think twice.

Lucyna.

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