I live in the country – but my husband doesn’t

We both love the rural area we jointly decided to relocate to from the city six years ago… I just wish he would join me full time

Every weekend, we have something on, despite living in the depths of the countryside. We’ll have friends over for dinner or a barbecue, or we’ll be invited out; sometimes we go to a country fair or clay pigeon shoot; or it’s voluntary and community-based, like tidying up the church grounds or enjoying a treasure hunt to raise funds for a local cause.
My husband is open to every suggestion and happily throws himself into everything. Apart from one thing – actually living here in the country with me. Every Sunday evening, he catches the same train back to the city, and I don’t see him again until the following Friday evening. 
We don’t have a second home – this is our home and has been for six years. We holidayed in this area for years and loved it, often talking about how we could actually enjoy living here. I have two adult daughters from my first marriage who are busy with their own lives, though they regularly visit, and my husband and I have been together for over 20 years. We’ve rarely fallen out, though when we do he says I’m bossy whereas I think that goes with the territory when you’re a teacher and he doesn’t object to me being organised.
Six years ago, I suggested we actually make the move to the countryside, which is very rural, nearly four hours from the busy city we lived in. I thought I’d be better tutoring than teaching, which has worked out very well for me. He wasn’t that keen, although he has a very portable job, but eventually he suddenly agreed. 
We sold our city house quite quickly, bought a much bigger house with a lovely garden and moved. Or rather, I did. All his belongings are here but initially he could only come at weekends as he’d started a new project which meant he had to be in the city during the week. He lived with his sister and spent Friday to Sunday with me. I got the new house all sorted, made friends and got work and I love it here, although winter can be challenging. 
Meanwhile, my husband’s project finished, and he started another one, also in the city. He comes to the country every weekend, throws himself into everything going on locally but still keeps taking on projects in the city and claims he wouldn’t get the same work if he wasn’t actually on hand. He brushes me off every time I bring up the subject, even if I try to make a fight about it. “Don’t worry, we’re doing fine, once the mortgage is paid off I won’t need to take on so many projects…” – but he could easily relocate full-time and I now suspect that he never wanted to.
His sister is widowed with no family, so she loves his company, which is fine for her but I’m his wife and we were meant to be moving together. We’re in our early 50s, and apart from this everything is fine. We’re still attracted to each other and very affectionate, with shared jokes and lots of easy chat. He fits happily into whatever is going on here – he even played Father Christmas at the church’s festive fundraiser.
I wonder if I pushed him into a move he didn’t want to make and he’s now settled into a compromise that he doesn’t want to change. Either that, or he only wants me in small doses, which makes me dread the future when he can no longer use work as the excuse not to live with me.