It’s been one of those days where you feel like screaming into a pillow, and just take one long nap, so you don’t have to deal with anything.
The email I have feared since last summer, when our landlady put us on a so-called ‘rolling contract’ have come. We have to move (insert huge sigh).
I am soooo tired of moving. I have lived in London for a total of almost 9 years, and I have lived a total of 8 different places. 8! That’s a move almost every year. The last 3 of those, have been in Walthamstow. And the number of those houses which had no nasty surprises, is about one. I could say a lot of things about the London rental market and the prices, but I’m afraid that if I start, I’ll never stop. And I am trying really hard not to be super-negative about it, and instead see the positive sides to this (ha!)
Another aspect of this is that I despise Estate Agents, and the whole world around them. Rental fees, administration fees, references, etc. etc. They might be nice people, but they have pretty shitty jobs.
So now what? We have really settled down in our current area. I have an easy commute to work, as does Joel (who can walk). Our gym is just around the corner. Joel’s music partner is 10 minutes away. I have already had a peek at the rental market in our area, and surprise, surprise, the prices have gone up since we were last looking a year and a half ago. And also, I really like our current flat. It’s been a great home for us the past 1,5 years, and it’ll be sad leaving it behind for something not as good.
But nostalgia won’t get us anywhere. Time to look at this as an opportunity to shake things up, and think about our options. I just need a week (and a glass of wine or two) to get over the chock first.