Five years ago I left the family home (which was indeed the family home for nearly half a century) for the last time to move to the suburbs - I was the only person who actually moved due to various deaths and people moving away over the years (to get a place of their own, ironically enough), and besides, the Bedroom Tax played a huge part in the decision. Having family members working in housing also helped as well, as they helped me move as well as give a lot of support in that way. Around 15 years ago, armed with a housing application form from a neighbouring council's housing department, I emailed three people I knew, telling them about my urge to move, and all three of them said to take the plunge and fill in the form which I did - and it took ten years before I really did move away.
So I waved goodbye to the two bedroom family home and said hello to the one second floor bedroom flat, but on a positive note, I waved goodbye to the inner-city area that caused so much strife over the years and said hello to the suburb that I had always wanted to live in literally since I was a child, and that must have been a good 25 years. Independence is a good thing and that helped - a new home with no links with the past, as far as I was concerned anyway. I am just go glad that the previous occupants (who moved due to overcrowding) had moved at the right time as they had allowed me to get a home in the right area thanks to their decision - if they had not have done that, then I would have probably been living in my old area even now. I have never met them, but I just cannot thank them enough for vacating their former home in order to give me a chance to move.
I have always been someone who prefers suburbs or something even more rural rather than city life. Mind you, I have always said that a council property in a suburb is a darn sight better than a private property in an inner-city area - the colour of one's money means nothing in that context. I am dream just like the next person can - rent, council tax and the like doesn't enter the mind when one thinks about the location of the bricks and mortar in the right place. Cornwall, the Isle of Wight, the Lincolnshire coast - anywhere but depressing Nottingham which has so many bad memories from the past, and I don't need the local newspapers to remind me every five minutes, thank you very much.
When I stayed in Bournemouth for a few days last month I stayed in a hotel which gave a wonderful balcony view of the English Channel from the hotel room, and it made me think how great it would be to live somewhere like that all year round where the main view one would see out of the window would be of the coast. I don't know what made me do it as I obviously had no local connection to the area I stayed in, but I decided to fill in an application form for housing in that area - as far as I was concerned, it was a pipe dream which would never really be fulfilled in reality, but I feel that I have every right to decide on these choices and what I want to do in life, even if the chances of it happening is a lot closer to absolute zero. I felt like that when I visited Cornwall, and even when I knew someone from a social group that I was a member of who lived in Merthyr Tydfil - perhaps if I moved there, I would get to see her more often? We were friends in any rate, as in "Christmas cards in the post in December" sort of friends.
I don't know but I feel that I am at a stage that I am at a crossroads with my life - should I risk the unknown and see what's around the corner, or should I play it safe (even if it is boring) and carry on in the same fashion as I did before? I have always wanted to live in the countryside, just like being close to the coast, but I have always assumed that one needed to be rich and close to a millionaire in order to do just that. Fairytale romances seem just as much out of bounds as finding one's ideal home location. We see it all the time - and we see others do it, reaching their potential, finding the right place to live and settling down, but a lot of us cannot do it for ourselves.
Turn the clock back to one's childhood and being asked "what do you want to be when you grow up?" It is hardly a PSHE lesson with the careers advisor, but something in that region. But if the question was "where do you want to live when you grow up?", I would have had a lot of answers to that, even at a younger age. An Englishman's home is indeed his castle, especially if he happens to be King of that castle.
Have any of you fulfilled your desires to live in the place where you have always wanted to live, or are you still hoping that it could happen in the future? I suppose that as I have already moved to an area I have wanted to move to, I do feel that my own desires of moving completely away from a city has yet to be remedied. Living near the coast (or indeed on the coast) would suit me fine - waking up first thing in the morning and seeing the sea straight out of my bedroom window - it almost sounds as if life should be like that all the time, doesn't it?
So I waved goodbye to the two bedroom family home and said hello to the one second floor bedroom flat, but on a positive note, I waved goodbye to the inner-city area that caused so much strife over the years and said hello to the suburb that I had always wanted to live in literally since I was a child, and that must have been a good 25 years. Independence is a good thing and that helped - a new home with no links with the past, as far as I was concerned anyway. I am just go glad that the previous occupants (who moved due to overcrowding) had moved at the right time as they had allowed me to get a home in the right area thanks to their decision - if they had not have done that, then I would have probably been living in my old area even now. I have never met them, but I just cannot thank them enough for vacating their former home in order to give me a chance to move.
I have always been someone who prefers suburbs or something even more rural rather than city life. Mind you, I have always said that a council property in a suburb is a darn sight better than a private property in an inner-city area - the colour of one's money means nothing in that context. I am dream just like the next person can - rent, council tax and the like doesn't enter the mind when one thinks about the location of the bricks and mortar in the right place. Cornwall, the Isle of Wight, the Lincolnshire coast - anywhere but depressing Nottingham which has so many bad memories from the past, and I don't need the local newspapers to remind me every five minutes, thank you very much.
When I stayed in Bournemouth for a few days last month I stayed in a hotel which gave a wonderful balcony view of the English Channel from the hotel room, and it made me think how great it would be to live somewhere like that all year round where the main view one would see out of the window would be of the coast. I don't know what made me do it as I obviously had no local connection to the area I stayed in, but I decided to fill in an application form for housing in that area - as far as I was concerned, it was a pipe dream which would never really be fulfilled in reality, but I feel that I have every right to decide on these choices and what I want to do in life, even if the chances of it happening is a lot closer to absolute zero. I felt like that when I visited Cornwall, and even when I knew someone from a social group that I was a member of who lived in Merthyr Tydfil - perhaps if I moved there, I would get to see her more often? We were friends in any rate, as in "Christmas cards in the post in December" sort of friends.
I don't know but I feel that I am at a stage that I am at a crossroads with my life - should I risk the unknown and see what's around the corner, or should I play it safe (even if it is boring) and carry on in the same fashion as I did before? I have always wanted to live in the countryside, just like being close to the coast, but I have always assumed that one needed to be rich and close to a millionaire in order to do just that. Fairytale romances seem just as much out of bounds as finding one's ideal home location. We see it all the time - and we see others do it, reaching their potential, finding the right place to live and settling down, but a lot of us cannot do it for ourselves.
Turn the clock back to one's childhood and being asked "what do you want to be when you grow up?" It is hardly a PSHE lesson with the careers advisor, but something in that region. But if the question was "where do you want to live when you grow up?", I would have had a lot of answers to that, even at a younger age. An Englishman's home is indeed his castle, especially if he happens to be King of that castle.
Have any of you fulfilled your desires to live in the place where you have always wanted to live, or are you still hoping that it could happen in the future? I suppose that as I have already moved to an area I have wanted to move to, I do feel that my own desires of moving completely away from a city has yet to be remedied. Living near the coast (or indeed on the coast) would suit me fine - waking up first thing in the morning and seeing the sea straight out of my bedroom window - it almost sounds as if life should be like that all the time, doesn't it?
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