London and Country Life
The choice that has to be made
Sitting here right now in my sister-in-law’s house, as my wife and I dog sit for just over a week, a thought has struck me.
- What if this was my life?
- What if we packed it all in and decided to move to the country, forsaking the city in order to leave it all behind?
It would be much cheaper for one thing and we probably could afford a house quicker. We would be able to raise children in the comfort of the countryside and rest a little easier at night as the crime rate would be reduced and itt would also make my mother-in-law happy.
My wife’s Mum is pushing us towards buying a house in the country to leave London behind and start a family sooner rather than later. It is something that is logical and yet quite frankly undesirable from two points of view, one in the sense that we are being told what to do and the other being London is great, or at least it is right now.
A Situational Love
As I’m writing this I can’t help but feel as though it would be nice to have a house to call our own. To be able to come home and have space to move, beyond the confines of our small flat.
A flat that is great and we have lots of great memories with but we cannot deny it is small. We…
