Tagged: Flat

Well, I’ve made it to one year of living in Croydon. Well, a little bit more. I’m not in Croydon through choice. Living in London on a fairly decent wage, but having no wealth, means you have a choice for your first home – a scuzzy flat in a half-decent area or a good flat in a more questionable area. That choice is assuming you want to own outright, as I did – there are government schemes also. But I saw enough of Croydon to think I could make a decent go of it here. OK, I appreciated the transport …

Yowsers, it is already a year of owning a flat – or at least owning a mortgage on a flat. The difference it has made to my life, and my level of happiness is quite notable. I don’t want to moan about house-sharing, but gosh it is nice to be able to wake up and put my music on without fear. Simple things. And, oh my, the amount of fridge space I have…no more fridge tetris! I’m nowhere near finished having transformed the flat into my home, hell, I don’t even have a name for it yet. But I’ve come …