I’m in the middle of finding us a new home. I’ve mentioned it before, sorry to repeat myself but it’s consuming me. I’m eating, breathing, dreaming property at the moment. It’s dull but necessary as our flat is bursting at the seams. I swore I’d always rather live in a small space in the middle of a big city than in a big space in a small town but I’ve only gone and changed my mind. I blame having children. I think this change has been coming for awhile…I want out of London.
Bird is happy to leave all this searching to me, as long as his daily commute is not too evil, he’s not fussed where we go. So, how have I narrowed down the enormous area that surrounds London?
Well I looked at all the counties that border London and I have gone with Hertfordshire, because I like the name. No, really. It sounds like ‘heart’ and that appeals to me. And it has a train line direct to Bird’s work so easy commute: check.
Then we had to narrow it down to a town or two to focus our search so we went on a road trip to explore the area. One town we looked at had too many roundabouts that all looked the same. I couldn’t live there, I’d constantly be taking the wrong exit. Another town had a high street that was almost deserted, and it was lunchtime on a Saturday. Not a good sign. I want out of London, not out of civilisation.
We reprogrammed the satnav and headed to another town. As we drove, the clouds started to break up and sunlight beamed down in the direction of where we were heading. By the time we got to the town the sun was shining and there were big patches of blue sky. I was sold. I’m not religious but I do believe in signs and I took those pointy fingers of bright sunlight as a sign.
So now we’ve narrowed it down to a town and I’m obsessively refreshing Right Move in the search of the right place for us. We’re not under pressure to move so I’m taking my time and probably being a bit too fussy. If I can’t say the street name then it’s out. If the shower is one where you have to turn dials and press buttons to make it work then it’s out. If the toilet seat is shaped like a clam shell then the rest of the house had better be perfect for me to want to consider it.
I know I’m being ridiculously fussy, and I’m very lucky to be able to be so fussy, I’m grateful we can choose, and home is where the heart is afterall. I think you just know when you see a place that’s home. I didn’t get that gut feeling when we looked at the place we live in now and it’s only confirmed for me that I need that feeling. It has to feel like home.
So little home, if you’re out there and about to become in need of a new family to love you then please shout hello. I hope you are lovely and light and have a little lawn in the garden so Shine can feel grass under her feet when she takes her first steps outside. I hope you have a kitchen big enough for us all to gather while we cook and eat and love. And if the sun is always shining down on you then that would be a bonus too. Too much to ask? OK, maybe just scrap the latter.