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  • I didn’t have a home other than London. I was born and raised in Scotland, parents moved to a soulless and very quiet commuter town outside a London when I was 6. I really hated it. Had a few friends in the neighbourhood but they drifted then went to a school two towns away. Had friends there but that was never my home town either. I hated the lad and club culture in the night life when I was old enough to get out and basically counted the hours till I could leave and go to London. I’ve never wanted to leave. London has always been home although I had nowhere in particular to call my own. Twenty three years of short term lets all over the capital, rising rent and owning no furniture changed when I was finally able to buy in SE23 2012. That became home for the three years. I cried when we left. We left cos we wanted enough space for a little girl to run about and have her own room. We couldn’t afford it in London despite both earning good money. Nor claiming victimhood here, just putting the very difficult decision to leave in context. I still wonder if we did the right thing and the blog is part of trying to figure that out.

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