In April we found out the owner of the flat we rent wants to sell. It’s a ground-floor flat in a little house in a mews, behind gates, in a quiet, leafy, central part of the city. There is a wild, small garden with a summer house (as they say here) and a garden shed (for tools, seeds, and excess household crap), and car parking.
We expect it to sell fast and in fact we know there is an offer on it, we haven’t yet received the legally required 2-month notice to leave the property.
dispossession global north-style
My partner and I were/are upset by this situation. We are losing our home, being forced to move at time when we’d rather not. We plan to move to Valencia, Spain in early 2016, so where will we live for this awkward 6 to 8 months-time? Moving twice in one year?
We asked the owner to consider our Spain plans when deciding whether to put it on the market now or in the Autumn. He didn’t see it our way.
We’ve talked some ideas up and down, we processed and released feelings about the situation.
I’ve come to accept the situation – it is what it is. I can’t control reality and the best I can do is step towards invitations and opportunities that come my way.
Together we decided that while we have no control over the sale of the house and that time line, we can find another place to live, set a date and give our legally required 1-month notice to leave. We can control that tiny bit of this situation.
And that’s what we did earlier this week. We went to see and found a canal boat we can borrow and by the end of July we’ll be living there full-time. Good bye bricks and mortar.
excited but also anxious
Wow, omg and all that. I know. Sometimes I still can’t believe it and I wonder if we’ve made the right decision. But that’s the plan!
We have spent weekends and ‘merry-making’ times on our friends’ canal boat in the West Country, but that bucolic scene is so different to where we plan to keep the boat here in the city.
When I feel nervous, I acknowledge that and tell myself it’s perfectly normal – I am about to enter a whole new culture that I know very little about and to function well I’m going to have to learn a lot things about boaty culture in London quickly.
When I feel excited, and positive about my next home, I remind myself it’s ok to box up and treasure romantic notions of sunny morning coffee canal-side, but also to keep in mind doing old fashioned chores like filling up with water, dealing with the toilet, getting fuel, moving mooring sites every 2 weeks. The boat we’re borrowing has a constant cruising license.
Like I said, it will be like moving to a new culture because it is. At least to me right now it is. That will all change too eventually… watch this space.