Moving out of London

So much this. Wife and I feeling really torn after a weekend in the smoke - not for the first time. There is so much to like about where we are now (south Cambs) - great school on the doorstep, endless countryside, wildlife, family nearby - but it's all just so homogeneous. Can count the number of people we've met and really gel with (Hi Sam!) on the fingers of the hand of my former woodwork teacher.

It's very hard to articulate without sounding snobby or self-important, but there's something very different about people who've never lived in a big city, particularly one as diverse as London. Maybe it's not about that, rather that those we live near now just haven't had the same interests and experiences growing up, but the London thing has become my reference point.

Then I think of my former commute down the Old Kent Road and think I'm being daft.