in a poxy little bungalow with mice in the attic.
That’s a good description of where I live except it’s rats in the outhouse. Madame went through a wanting to live in the country phase before junior came along. She took me to view a place and I said “I don’t want to spend a weekend here let alone the rest of my life”. Now junior has gone we don’t need to live near good schools etc. and before long Madame won’t need to live within walking distance of her job, but I like my poxy urban bungalow and if ever I move out I hope it’s in a herse.
She’s been looking again recently as she’s got back into horses, however, she fell off a couple of weeks back which has reduced the pressure. I’m happy riding but allergic to them along with lots of other things that make living in the countryside unpleasant. I’ll resist.
Having got as far as you have I think I’d finish the house and try the lifestyle it offers. It’s only a part of the problem, the other one being adapting to retirement.