This time, moving has an array of variables to consider now that our respective commuting destinations are separated by 70 miles. It is no longer just a matter of accommodation cost to consider, but also transport costs and travel times: with each potential location tugging and pulling at these variables.
By way of a somewhat meandering route and a widely cast net, we considered locations such as Putney, Acton, Walthamstow, Stevenage, Hatfield, Welwyn, New Barnet, and Cambridge. The first serious contender was Stevenage. However, serendipity, karma, or perhaps even providence led us to Hatfield. You can pick the transcendent force of your choosing according to your belief structure.
I would like to tell you that reasonable costs, a picturesque old town, and a gorgeous garden which residents can access year round were the main factors in Hatfield's favour. However when you learn that the garden is associated with Hatfield House, the folly of such a tale is revealed: for Hatfield House was the site of the favourite residence of Elizabeth Tudor.
Moving into a new flat is so full of hope, like running down the stairs on Christmas morning. It is one of those ensorcelling spaces that dreams inhabit. Our dream is of a considerate landlord, an ethical letting agent, and a quiet, safe, commutable space.
Photo Credits
Gigantic Sugar Plums: The Art Zoo
Sun Hug: Rippled Transcendence
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