Since being back in the village, I quickly realised how overpriced the area is. I could never afford to buy a house here. I've been talking to friends and realising an old dream of mine that never really died - buying a small plot of I land and buying a self-build Scandenavian style house. These companies can also build the house for you, and it still works out insanely cheaper than buying a house out here.
In reality my dream home was never anything big, or expensive. A little detached 1 bedroom bungalow is all I'd ever need. I could get the land and build the house for tens of thousands cheaper than I could ever hope to buy an old, probably shabby house for in this area.
In a few weeks, once the house sale money comes through I'm going to start my investigations into my next chapter in life.
The realisation that all I could really afford would've been a 1 bedroom flat in a town or city that I didn't even know, or like the sound of, was a pretty terrifying prospect. Sure, I could've made it work - but I wouldn't have been happy.
Friends from the villages heard my idea of living in a flat in a city - and they echoed my thoughts "it sounds like a nightmare". So why give up on my dreams? Where I'd been living wasn't my dream location, or dream house. Sure, you can adapt. But the idea of actually being able to pursue and afford a dream? That is an enchanting prospect.
I came back to the village on Friday, and I've felt such a sense of belonging. I've gone on many of my old walks, through the fields and out into the middle of nowhere. I've missed the stillness and beauty of it all. The lack of traffic, the stunning views and constant sound of birds and nature. I shouldn't have to give up my love for the countryside, just because I've convinced myself an urban flat would be convenient and affordable.
So - let this be my next focus.
Ed
In reality my dream home was never anything big, or expensive. A little detached 1 bedroom bungalow is all I'd ever need. I could get the land and build the house for tens of thousands cheaper than I could ever hope to buy an old, probably shabby house for in this area.
In a few weeks, once the house sale money comes through I'm going to start my investigations into my next chapter in life.
The realisation that all I could really afford would've been a 1 bedroom flat in a town or city that I didn't even know, or like the sound of, was a pretty terrifying prospect. Sure, I could've made it work - but I wouldn't have been happy.
Friends from the villages heard my idea of living in a flat in a city - and they echoed my thoughts "it sounds like a nightmare". So why give up on my dreams? Where I'd been living wasn't my dream location, or dream house. Sure, you can adapt. But the idea of actually being able to pursue and afford a dream? That is an enchanting prospect.
I came back to the village on Friday, and I've felt such a sense of belonging. I've gone on many of my old walks, through the fields and out into the middle of nowhere. I've missed the stillness and beauty of it all. The lack of traffic, the stunning views and constant sound of birds and nature. I shouldn't have to give up my love for the countryside, just because I've convinced myself an urban flat would be convenient and affordable.
So - let this be my next focus.
Ed