Ironically, being Irish, we find ourselves trapped by the failing British economy. Ireland will, in the long term, fail longer than harder that the UK no doubt. Britain has older and more entrenched cash that Ireland’s Celtic Tiger spark. But, right now, it’s the exchange rate that has us trapped.
We had spoken of moving back in coming years… but any equity we’ve built up on our flat (which, admittedly, isn’t what it was last year) has effectively dropped by about 35% so, between that and a freeze on jobs across appropriate recruitment in Ireland, that choice has been taken away from us.
It’s not world-shattering.
We do love our life in London very very much. The people we know are genuine and interesting. And we love our little flat with our giant and lovely back garden… But I really don’t like the idea of being here against my will… or anywhere really for that matter.
I remember being offended years ago at the idea that it would be forever out of my reach to live in the neighbourhood in which I grew up. That changed in the last 3 or so years and, while I didnt feel compelled to take immediate advantage of it, I felt genuine relief. But it’s now returned to that state and.. I don’t know if ‘offensive’ is an entirely accurate word to use but it *is* how I feel. Offended that I cannot choose to live where I grew up.
Anyways…
