Moving house is a pain in the ass.
It always sounds like such a great idea… especially as I first moved into the Ascot area not really knowing where the best place to live would be - Camberley seemed like a great place and I’ve lived there for nearly two and a half years now. It’s “only” 10 miles from Ascot, it’s a decent sized town and it’s close to Reading, Farnborough and Basingstoke and is about an hour on the train to London.
However, my trip to work in the morning has got worse and worse - not only has the price of petrol gone up from around 90p per litre to over £1.10, but traffic seems to have got worse too. It used to take no more than 20 minutes to get to work in the morning, but it’s now closer to 30 minutes on average, and up to an hour on a bad day.
Ever since getting married to Kai at Christmas, I’ve been eyeing up a move for when she eventually moved over from Taiwan. Finding a place that’s in a nice spot for me (for work) and somewhere that’s close enough to local amenities and a park so that Kai has things to do during the day when I’m at work proved harder than I first thought - I thought about getting somewhere for ourselves on our own, but then started looking and found that most of the nicer places were simply too expensive.
So we ended up finding a big enough house that we could share with some friends. I’ve been sharing a flat with Geoff for over two and a half years now, and he was the guy that introduced me to Kai in the first place - it seemed like a good option to continue that for another year. But we still couldn’t find anywhere that suited all of us.
Kai and I didn’t really want to live in a flat any more, but we couldn’t find a house that was in a suitable location with enough space. Most houses are tailored to families (not surprisingly) and as a result there’s only one decent sized bedroom. We must’ve viewed about 20 houses (and looked at several more online that didn’t pass the “is it crap at face value” test)–none of which were in any way suitable for all of our requirements–and it was getting to the stage where we were going to start looking at flats.
However, we then struck gold and found a brand new place in a new estate on the Ascot side of Bracknell - a perfect location for getting to work, and far enough away from the dodgy areas in the town. It had not two, but three decent sized bedrooms, two bathrooms (both with showers) on a three up property. The only problem was that it was a four bedroom house… and the rent was pretty steep - at least, it was too much for me, Geoff and Kai (who isn’t working) to cover ourselves.
Luckily though, Harry, the guy I’d just employed as part of bit-tech’s 2008 editorial team expansion was also looking for a place to move to, but he was in a position where he couldn’t afford to rent on his own property - and there was no-one for him to share with. He was looking at a flatshare with randoms… and I baulk at the prospects of having to doing that myself personally.
Thankfully for us, he jumped at the opportunity - he wasn’t looking forward to flatsharing with randoms either! That not only meant we could grab what was easily the best property we’d seen, but it also meant that we could (all) do it affordably.
I’ve spent most of this weekend packing up ready for the move next weekend, and I have to say I’m getting tired of filling boxes with stuff. But it’s a good time to get rid of useless crap that you’ve not used for the best part of two and a half years! The annoying thing for me is that our check-in time is 9:00am on Saturday and I’ll probably be somewhere over the North Atlantic at that point - I’m in San Francisco for a few days at the end of the week and don’t get back until 1:30pm on Saturday.
I’m then in Taipei a week after the move, which means I’ve got a crap load of work to catch up on, but I’ve also got to make sure the house is straight before I leave as well.
Hopefully Geoff (with the help of a few others) will be able to get things rolling for when I get back from Heathrow - I’ve got to get everything packed and dismantled before I leave mid-week. I’ve moved in between trips before, but in the past it’s been much tighter than this time around - I literally got off the plane from Computex 2005, picked up my keys a few hours later, moved, and was then on a plane to San Francisco no more than 36 hours after returning from Taiwan.
I can’t wait to get settled into the new place, but Lord, I hate the bits before everything is actually sorted and straightened.