In one of my earlier posts ‘I’ve got 99 problems but a city ain’t one’ I wrote about whether our family should leave London or not. I concluded that the pros far outweighed the cons and I talked like we’d never leave. How things quickly change.
Since my last post we put our East London place up for sale, sold it and have brought a house in Essex (subject to all the legal stuff going through nicely). So am I a hypocrite? Perhaps, but alas when you have children your decisions change as much as they do.
The decision to leave was a difficult one, different ideas bounced around like a wandering soul lost in a maze of confusion.
We initially viewed larger properties in our existing area but soon realised that to buy anywhere with enough room for the four of us would require either a win on the Euro lottery or me donning a balaclava and ‘reclaiming’ some of Sir Fred Goodwin’s pension pot from RBS.
There was also the extremely important matter of schools. In Tower Hamlets like many other London boroughs getting your child into a good school is very hit or miss. There are more children than schools. You see new apartments being built all over the borough but no new schools to accompany the influx. We weren’t prepared to chance Rose’s choice of school being an unsatisfactory one.
We did consider a few areas in South London that were a bit more affordable, but after weighing things up we decided on Brentwood in Essex. The area of Brentwood that we’ve decided on has great schools which aren’t over subscribed (a major selling point), is surrounded by miles of beautiful woodland and parks, is nearer to the children’s grandparents and is an easy commute into London. Vicki will be commuting each day and I’ll drive in for my DJ gigs (there goes the drinking) 2 or 3 times a week so it’s not going to be that much of a change.
Going from an apartment to a house with garden is going to be amazing. I’ll be able to hide away to read my Sunday newspaper and cook up a storm on my new Aga. The children are really excited about the move especially the promise of bunk beds. There’s also talk of a cat, but let’s take this suburban dream / nightmare 😉 ? one step at a time. Vicki’s already talking about a summer garden party complete with soundsystem so i’m sure the neighbours will love us.
The downside is that it isn’t London, it’s been many years since I’ve lived in a town so will I go out of my mind with boredom? I suppose the last time I lived in a town there was no internet and I didn’t have children. But let’s be honest, if we were millionaires and could guarantee good schools we wouldn’t be moving from London (it’s the best city in the world!).
The kids might end up with funny accents and it’s where TOWIE is based. The day that they come home with fake tans is the day we move!
It was an extremely difficult decision to make but we do think it’s in the best interests of the children. We are near enough to London to be able to take the kids to shows, theatre, exhibitions etc and have the beautiful Essex countryside on our doorstep (as well as the coast not too far away). So hopefully it’ll be the best of both worlds. If it all goes pear-shaped we can always move back with our tails between our legs!