Exiting The City – Thoughts On Moving To The Home Counties

Exiting The City – Thoughts On Moving To The Home Counties

For the first time in my adult life I’m not living in a major city and I’ve completely surprised myself by embracing the less frenetic lifestyle it brings.

(God I hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying this just a few weeks in.)

Just over a week ago Justin and I signed a lease on a little terraced house in Berkshire, the county I lived in from when I was wee to when I turned 18. At 18 I bolted as fast as I could to London and for the last 15 years (in between various stints of globetrotting) I’ve always lived in cities – Sydney and Melbourne being home after London.

Moving to a town, therefore, that has neither tubes nor trams is a pretty big deal, especially as this city girl can’t drive a motorised vehicle.

(It’s on the list – along with furnishing the new house and growing a baby.)

But so far, it’s been so good.

In fact, I have never uttered so many priddle-aged* phrases in my life as I have this week.

(*We’re pre middle-aged apparently.)

I’ve praised the lack of queues and personal service in the post office and marvelled at the sound of silence when I’ve got up to pee in the early hours. I’ve listened to bird song in the morning and can’t believe what a different soundtrack it is to Brunswick where trucks, trains, trams, traffic and drunken revellers were a regular thing.

I’ve got excited about walking into town to grab a few essentials as opposed to tackling Oxford Street/Pitt Street/Bourke Street because I want one thing from H&M.

I’ve swapped hipster cafes for a muffin from Café Nero or a baked potato from a greasy spoon and I haven’t even whinged about it.

(Give me time – I was a dedicated bruncher/hotcake-lover for many years!)

But if my status as a non-city dweller wasn’t already evident enough, last week I joined my mum, sisters and nephews for lunch in a garden centre (yes, that’s a thing we do around here) and I bloody loved it – the setting, the sandwich/chips/coleslaw, the farm shop, everything.

Living in Wokingham Berkshire

Justin’s been playing with his drone in the local park

It’s funny because when you’re younger you think you’re going to be different. I saw friends settling down in the towns they grew up in and thought they were crazy; moving back to the boring town I grew up in was never going to happen to me. And yet…

Luckily Wokingham is not exactly the place I grew up in. My parents moved here when I was at uni so while I know the county (having grown up just down the road) I don’t walk the streets and suddenly feel like a 16-year-old geek. Neither do I regularly bump into old faces from the past that would make me hide in the aisles of supermarkets. (It’s an awkward British thing we do when we see someone we know unexpectedly.)

What I do have is both my mum and sister 5 minutes down the road and friends in the local area that I look forward to reconnecting with. For the first time ever my family are able to pop in for visits – no international flights or weeks of pre-planning necessary!

There are also more pubs in this historic market town than you could visit in a year and many cute Tudor buildings to admire as I do my errands. It has just the right amount of English charm for an ex-expat who has missed these twee things and, wait for it, there’s a Waitrose within walking distance. (Someone tear me away from the baked goods. Please.)

We’re 30 mins from Heathrow and an hour (ish) from central London, depending on whether you take a fast train from Reading or get a direct one that stops at every town between here and Waterloo. So, it’s not quite in the sticks, even if seeing fields behind our house is still very novel to me.

Living in Wokingham Berkshire

A green outlook – how novel

I hope I’m not growing boring with old age but the reality is I’m finding life in my 30s getting a little smaller. Aside from when we’re travelling, which will always be a major priority, I find I spend a lot of my time at home in the same postcode, hanging out with the same, smaller circle of people. I’m less concerned about the number of events and facilities on my doorstep and more interested in what’s on special at the local pub and whether a new show has dropped on Netflix.

Of course, financially it’s a bit cheaper to live here than in the city. Our current rent for 3 beds (well 2 and a box room) in the Home Counties is a couple of hundred pounds less per month than our previous properties in Oz – the rooms are a fraction of a size, mind you. (I’m not sure where we’re going to put all the Aussie sized furniture we shipped when it eventually arrives here in October.) We do have a garden for the first time though. Granted, it’s small and weedy and I don’t know what any of the plants are, but it’s bigger than a balcony and gets a good amount of sunlight so should be good enough for a barbie when next summer rolls in.

Living in Wokingham Berkshire

Making this little house our home with the help of a tape measure

I honestly can’t tell if time will erode all the novelty of not being in a city or if this is me now – just another suburban mum (to be) who concerns herself with catchment areas and free parking. Watch this space if the above hasn’t already made your eyes bleed hehe.

See also: So, erm, surprise we moved back to the UK

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13 Comments

  1. Katie Harker
    September 6, 2018 / 8:47 pm

    Love this! Enjoy nesting in your new home 🙂 and welcome back to Blighty! X

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      September 7, 2018 / 9:25 am

      Thanks Katie! The nesting is out of control. At some point I need to stop furniture shopping and focus again on blogging :p

  2. September 7, 2018 / 8:01 am

    Sounds great! This is EXACTLY what happened to me. I always talk about how I love Southsea but I think a big part is that I love living in what feels like a town. It’s so chilled and easy but also has everything I need in easy reach. I’m happy and grateful for my big city past but I can’t really imagine moving back to one now. It’s the simple life for me!

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      September 7, 2018 / 9:27 am

      I was worried that I’d become boring overnight but thinking about it I think I have been feeling this way for a while and was just in denial. I mean, we chose to live in a funky neighbourhood of Melbourne and all I did was moan about it! Glad I’m not the only one embracing small town living. Look forward to finally checking out Southsea with you soon x

  3. September 7, 2018 / 10:21 am

    I lived in a tiny village in the UK last year and I loved it. The way of life is totally different from the city but sometimes exactly what you need. A town with connections to London sounds like the perfect middle ground. I hope you get your home feeling good before baby arrives. x

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      September 8, 2018 / 7:56 am

      It is a good middle ground although already I find myself falling into the trap of feeling like a trip to the city is a mission when really it is no longer than the average commute for people in the likes of Clapham! I’m not sure I’ll ever stop faffing with house things but it is finally starting to resemble a home – it’s amazing what a coffee table can do lol. x

  4. September 8, 2018 / 5:35 am

    Sounds like a great move! I left South London for Hertford when I was 7 months pregnant and don’t regret it one bit. I love the slower pace of life, green space and peace and quiet – especially after years of sleeping to the lullaby of police sirens!

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      September 8, 2018 / 7:54 am

      I was totally freaked out by the lack of siren lullaby at first but think we will soon appreciate the silence (outside) when the little one comes. I guess it’s a natural move a lot of people make, I don’t know why I never imagined doing the same!

  5. September 8, 2018 / 7:41 am

    I’m so excited to follow your future plans! We’re currently doing things a little differently, selling our terraced house in suburbia for a years apartment rental in Birmingham’s Jewellery Quarter, right in the heart (quite literally) of everything. But you never know what might come next…

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      September 8, 2018 / 7:52 am

      Oh wow we’ve literally done a bit of a life swap and gone in opposite directions. It sounds like you have a fun year ahead – I’m a bit jealous haha. Best of luck with the move x

  6. September 21, 2018 / 12:18 pm

    I have lived in a city my whole life, but I really enjoy small towns. I hope to someday make the move like you did. Thank you for the great description of why town living is enjoyable.

  7. October 16, 2018 / 10:25 pm

    I grew up in Wokingham, and now I live in Vancouver, Canada. I still dream of moving back to
    dear old Berkshire!

    • Jayne Gorman
      Author
      October 18, 2018 / 2:05 pm

      Glad you remember it so fondly. Wokingham is going through a lot of redevelopment at the moment – hopefully for the best…

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