For a few happily ignorant hours, I thought I had found a wonderful way to keep my London flat yet live elsewhere. I could let it for a fabulous sum quoted to me by the estate agent. Then I looked at the prices of rentals in Wivenhoe and was swiftly disabused. There was just one house which looked lovely and would be within budget but it said NO PETS.
So I am back to Moving – The Board Game. Throw a six to start. I don’t know know if I shall emerge a winner. I suspect not. It seems a case of two squares forward, one square back. Tomorrow I am back to Essex to see if Wivenhoe holds its charms on a grey day. Even if it does, do I want to live there, ore rather do I want to live there enough to risk selling my home in London and then realising I can never move back? Inertia seems very attractive right now. I have bought a lottery ticket for the weekend, but as my friend Chris kindly (?) pointed out, it’d need to be a fairly big win.
I have lived in London so long it is like a second skin. My work is not only in London but depends on London. It is London. Hence some of the trepidation about leaving. I am torn. I am starting to envy people who have the means to own two homes, who do not have to face these choices but who see it as entirely normal and natural to have a home in the capital and another beyond it. Who do not have to choose between either/or. I think the word I am groping for is entitlement. I see a fair amount of it, and much comes down to dubiously inherited wealth, trust funds, exploitative earnings. Which may make me feel morally reassured, but still financially stuffed. My accountant reckons letting and renting would be a good move, but where? He also reckons Covid 19 has passed through London and the capital is fairly safe now. He also seems to be relying on the fact that he smokes, though not much, to save him from the pandemic. tThere are too many other things for which smoking puts him at risk.
On which note, goodnight.
Stay safe. Keep well. Be kind.