This month we moved house, left the city we called home, and relocated to - wait for it - a town. That's not something I thought I would hear myself saying this soon or, to be frank, ever. My formative years were spent in a town feeling miserable and when I left for the gold paved streets of the city I thought it would be forever. But that was years ago and a lot has changed. Mostly we had a kid but also we'd outgrown the parties and 24hr lifestyle that London afforded. Then Matt got a job offer too good to turn down. The rest, as they say, is history. It's not goodbye forever, we're in the commuter belt to facilitate my return to work next year, but it feels life changing. I'm not sure we've made the right decision and I'm not sure if I'm going to like it, but I will throw myself into town life best I can. I will join mother and baby groups. I will drive a car. I will shop at Waitrose (secretly happy about that). I will hang my washing on an actual washing line in an actual garden. I am suburban woman hear me roar.
Giving up this view