Home Life

Leaving London and moving to the country


She lives in a house, a very big house in the country. (Except it isn’t actually that big, but who am I to mess with Blur?)

Last month we finally made the decision we’d been toying with since I wrote this post and left our teeny flat in London for an actual house in the countryside. From the moment we made the decision, I’d been pretty nervous. I would so miss spontaneous brunches in East London, or evenings out with friends – many of whom were a short train ride away. I would miss variety and options and diversity and… something. Something that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I would miss it for sure.

And then we moved, and everything felt calm. It felt easy and relaxing and… something. Something that I can’t put my finger on, but something I love.


It definitely has its moments. I’m scared of the dark, which is problematic when there aren’t streetlamps lighting your way. It’s quiet, and monsters live in the quiet so I had to have a few stern conversations with myself when I was home alone. My friends see each other for drinks after work and I’m not there, and I can’t pop to the shop when I’m out of milk/wine/chocolate/cheese.

But I wake up on a Saturday morning to silence and, as Spring breaks, I feel nothing but calm. The kitchen is big enough to have an actual table and not one, but two chairs, so when R is cooking we can talk and listen to the radio and spend time together. The living room has a wood burning stove which keeps me warm and rested. Today we spent the morning at the garden centre (which, sadly, is about a hundred times more expensive than Amazon) and spent the afternoon pottering in the greenhouse. The cats run between the grass and the flower beds, clearly wondering how long they get to have fun for before we drag them back to that shoe box in the city.


We’ve only been here for six weeks and who knows, maybe I’ll get lonely. But my parents are nearby, many of my friends are a 20 minute train journey away and London is just over an hour away. When I need that fix of brunch or – more likely – the best pizza in the whole wide world, I can hop on a train and be there in no time. I still get to be busy and make plans and take in the cities for all they have to offer, but this country life is something else.

Above all, the move to the countryside has given me a chance to slow down. I am forced to do less because there is less to do. It’s just the life I needed and the life I didn’t quite realise I wanted… until now.


Every day I walk up to this front door and I smile. I love it so much that as the key goes in to the lock, I do a little jig. (Inside, obviously. I’ve learnt that in the countryside, the neighbours are always watching.)


13 comments on “Leaving London and moving to the country

  1. Congratulations on your house move. I’m sure you’ll love the peace of the country. I’m a country girl at heart! It sounds like you have the perfect balance now with easy access to the city when you need to scratch that itch. Cath xx

  2. jeskahearne

    So glad you love it. Being alone is good, don’t let it be lonely. I love it. I love the birds and the sounds outside, the silence indoors. So many books to read. There are so many more stars out here where there are no street lamps aren’t there? I do sometimes miss stepping outside my fort door and walking 2 minutes to get a good coffee, but I’ve replaced that with gardening, which just might be my best friend now!

    Don’t watch scary programmes – that is what I did when we first moved out and I definitely heard a werewolf rustling around in our front garden when Dean was away haha! 😉

  3. Marianna

    Your home in the country looks and sounds positively lovely. Definitely a peaceful center helps with the fibro.

  4. What a wonderful post – happy for you 🙂

  5. Sounds lovely and peaceful.

    Lennae xxx

  6. Congrats! Moving to the country is a BIG step! Excited to see what you get up to at your new place!

  7. Pingback: What I miss about London | A LIFE LESS PHYSICAL

  8. Pingback: The good in 2016 | A LIFE LESS PHYSICAL

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: