First, I worry. I worry that I won't be able to manage it well, that I won't organize things well and keep things clean. I do intend to find a house cleaner to come in once a month, which I think will help keep me on track. And I figure I can work through organizational issues one at a time. I have never had a new house before. I have always "made do" one way or another. I'm really done with that.
I live in a modest mobile home park. Most of the homes here are the age of my old home. There are about a dozen that are newer, out of about 85. Several of the homes in the park are large, on double-wide lots, but most are approximately the size of my old home. Many people take better care of their homes than I do - than I did - but many are fighting an uphill battle that way. The older mobile homes were not built as well as the new ones and are much harder to maintain.
Thus I have discovered that my new house, which is truly modest by most American standards, is quite the thrill of the neighborhood. People drive by, stop, tell me how beautiful it looks and are anxious to see the inside. My next-door neighbor, the one who allowed us to store stuff on her property while we were gone, tells me that her floor leans, that her house has a lot of water damage, that her plumbing has issues. All of these things sound like what I dealt with in the old house. And she realistically cannot replace her home. She lives on a very small fixed income. Other neighbors have asked what it took to get the new one. Some simply congratulate me, and I sense that same tinge of near-envy. I have never had that happen before. I have never lived in a place that others could possibly envy. More often they pitied at best. Disapproved at worst.
Thus on top of my own worries about my ability to keep it up I have the additional baggage of being very visible to the neighbors. Perhaps it's a good thing.