The above is my garden, on a good day, in the days before I was working full time.
On Sunday morning I went to check out the area around a house in town that I’d seen on the internet. I’ve been thinking of moving out of the countryside and into the town for a while, partly due to LD #2’s wistful sighs of “If we lived in the town, we could…” But for other reasons as well, such as I would love to have no garden. My garden is huge, about 30m (90ft) long. At the moment it looks like this:
Garden aka a shaggy wilderness
Because I’m working full time and when I’m not at work, I seriously resent anything that takes my energies away from writing, family or friends. I am sitting inside the house resenting it. In return, it is sitting there making me feel bad. We are in deadlock.
I’m in two minds. I love living out here, but I would love to go back to living in the town soooo much, especially after seeing this house.
So, here are the reasons for wanting to move to this new house:
1) It’s next to a chip shop
2) I wouldn’t need to use the car as much, if at all, as the house is near the station. I’d be fitter and less polluting.
3) No garden.
4) Be able to meet more and different people locally.
5) Be able to drink when I went out.
6) Be about 30 minutes closer to London by train.
7) Close to coffee shops and nice pubs.
8) Gas central heating! I like my wood burning stove, but if you don’t have gas, heating is more expensive, whichever method you choose.
9) Great for the girls to be able to go places with their friends, and explore London and Brighton without needing me to give them lifts.
10) Near the gym for me and athletics club for LD#2.
11) House looks really beautiful from the pictures.
1) Next to a chip shop.
2) Grade II listed. I swore I’d never live in a listed building again… however it seems that most property in the middle of Lewes is listed.
3) Not sure I could live in that crowded an environment. What if I hate it? As I drove around investigating on Sunday morning (wasn’t actually able to park!) I noticed rather aggrieved notices between neighbours regarding rubbish pick up. As opposed to when I went out in my village this evening and two neighbours were helping clear up after the bin men had made mincemeat out of another neighbour’s lawn edging.
4) Might actually have to give up the car as there only seem to be 5 parking spaces for about 50 houses. Which is a bit scary, but in another way seems like a bit of an adventure.
5) Nowhere to go for a nice relaxing run in the evenings.
6) No free bus to school for the girls and further away from ballet lessons.
7) I would really miss my wood burning stove, now I have actually got the hang of operating it.
8) Would need to get a bigger mortgage to move.
I went for a walk this evening to think about things. It’s so beautiful in my village, and it’s impossible to describe the sounds and the stillness in the evenings – all you can hear is birds. It makes me ache thinking of not being here. But I also ache thinking about the idea that I’m missing out on another life while I’m living here . And I wonder if I’m really running away from something else in my life, or whether I’m truly pulled by something I want.