Moving out and back…and maybe out again!

I love sharing stories of our members who have experienced the move - their insight is so helpful for you.  Perhaps even more useful are those who moved back.... I hope you'll enjoy this story, shared by the wonderful Megan from Rubbastuff. This is a really useful article - with LOTS to take on board.  Remember everyone is unique but there are issues that need to be considered before making the leap.  One of our most important roles is making sure you've considered many of these aspects.  I know Megan won't mind if I say that so much could have been avoided with the right research - we don't let them make the same mistake again!  Why did we consider leaving London? Schools (at the time we first started thinking about it) Animals and countryside. I’d grown up in the pony club with dogs and wanted the same for the kids. Space Finance. We run our own company together. Things got quite tough in 2009 and we had another startup we needed time and funds for too. Family - My parents lived in Dartmoor (6 hrs away), and we were close to my grandparents, aunt and uncle. The logistics of moving out of London   Despite our best efforts, we weren't able to find a house to buy before moving so we gave up on trying to find somewhere before our house sold and decided to sell it so we could rent in Somerset. However, our buyers pulled out the week we were moving. We were already tied into the rental contracts with removals and everything packed up so in a panic we rented...

Real Life Experiences – Returning to London from Scotland

Moving out of London can be an exciting time but as Joan and Peter prove it doesn't have to be forever so don't panic!  Thanks so much for sharing your story of the move out, and the move back! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ We started married life in late 1980 in a small terraced house in Fulham. By 1982 we had moved to Melody Road in Wandsworth where our first child was born. With school fees looming and no family inheritance to look forward to my husband Peter was keen on making the most of the housing market. So with firstborn under my arm, we refurbished, with builders, a large semi detached house in Telford Avenue, Streatham Hill and moved in. In the summer of 1987 we sold up and re-located to Scotland for work purposes. We lived in Scotland for the next eleven years where we bought, renovated, lived in and then sold, one after the other, two handsome Georgian farmhouses and a rather grand Victorian house with battlements and turrets on the banks of the river Tay. The Scottish years were a happy time. Plenty of space for now two boys to run amok in. There were hills on the neighbouring farm where we tobogganed in the winter, space for clay pigeon shooting and a banged up second hand mini metro that teenagers could drive round the farm tracks. The boys went to a good school, where I made new friends at the school gate and we all had a very nice social life. The roads were quieter, as were the shops and restaurants and the NHS! In 1999 work...

Moving Back to London from Wiltshire

Many of our blogs are about real life experiences of those who are or who have moved out of London.  It's not that I want to convince you to stay but I do think you should hear both sides...so I'm delighted to be able to share this real life experience - with huge thanks to the lovely lady who has shared her story. How We Left In 2003 I was 9 months pregnant and fainted a couple of times when out walking the dog.  My husband goes away often for work and sometimes for a week at a time.  We went to Scotland for New Year and it was so liberating just opening the door and letting the dog out into the garden.  I had always loved the city and never really thought about leaving London but what with my best friend leaving for Wiltshire and having a baby, Jamie being able to be based anywhere within reach of an airport I thought that maybe I could do this country move. Jamie did all the searching for houses and narrowed it down to 3.  I went to look and really wanted to buy not rent for bringing up my newborn.  I fell for a chocolate box house, chocolate box village and not far from Marlborough. So off we went at the end of June 2004 to Wootton Rivers, Wiltshire.  Harry was 3 months old. The Settling in Phase The sun was shining and we had a sweet thatched cottage in a village with .75acres of a garden.  On day one Jamie had to leave for the 5 days and...