Unaccommodating Accommodation

Living here is like a return to college life… two people stuck in a room not even meant for one.

Hell, when I first moved out into sad, grimy bedsits, they were bigger than this. And I wasn't sharing with a wife.

So, the hunt is on for proper marital accommodation, our first proper "starter home". But where to look? My criteria are what I decided on before we moved back – if we're going back, I don't want to live in Croydon, and nor do I want to live anywhere worse than Croydon, as I mentioned in the last post. Unfortunately, anywhere nearer London or on the Tube is either unattainably expensive or completely horrible, much as it would be very convenient for many things. So I'm looking outwards a bit (on behalf of both of us, of course). As I mentioned, Crawley is looking good, and now we have a new reason to move down that way- it's close to Gwenny's friend Cheryl and her horses! Ideal, really. I saw a nice-ish house today, but do we really need a whole house? It'd be more prudent to get a smaller flat, and save the difference in rent, council tax and bills towards a mortgage deposit – it really grinds my gears that, at nearly 34, I'm still putting money into someone else's pocket in order to have living space.

But that doesn't mean we're not going to be fussy… the place will still have to scream out, "live in me" for us to take it. I think we can afford to be picky and take "the right place", the one that speaks to us. So I shall keep whatever very few readers I have updated as this endeavour progresses.

I was thinking today about the whole America thing. Did we really give it the chance we should have done? Maybe not. But it would have been a much longer uphill climb to get established out there than it will be here. I maintain, America is a great place to live if you have lots of money. And if we ever win the lottery, you can bet we're going back.  

Oh, that pic is my nice Chrysler Neon. It's thirsty, a little unrefined and a saloon, but I still love it.