I’ve been enjoying the past few weeks living the life of a city girl in London, but now I’m looking forward to the joy of becoming a country bumpkin!


The company I’d been working for on a month long temporary basis in London has now offered me a permanent job in their Suffolk office!  I’ll be starting there on 21st November. Woop, with a good dose of aaaaaahhh yiiiikkkkes mixed in!

I say I’ve been ‘enjoying’ London, but maybe just because that’s what I’m meant to say. Really there are a load of things I’m looking forward to once I’m outside the city:

  • a minute and a half’s walk to the office in the morning, rather than my 52 minute commute (if everything is clickety-click) via 2 undergrounds and the over ground plus walking at both ends!
  • going to the grocery shop and being able to carry back my shopping easily, rather than needing to take a bus, which invaribly is the wrong one anyway!
  • working in an office with a more laid back attitude – one where I’ll feel comfortable actually taking a lunch break and leaving at 5.30 in the evening (the audacity!)
  • shopping in at a farmers market stall where my first thought isn’t about the depth of traffic grime covering the veg.
  • roads that I’m brave enough to cycle along.
  • swimming, sailing and/or rowing without fear of touching septicemic water (or whatever nasties might really be in the Thames)

I’ve had a few underhand comments about where I’ll be living. Some are incredulous, along the lines of ‘Why? Just why would you want to live there?’, or else engaging on discussions of whether the place I’ll be is just a village out in the sticks, and not a town at all (though to the South African in question, he probably consider Birmingham or Manchester to be little towns compared to Cape Town!). Others a bit more specific, like telling me that ‘normal young people (or maybe she said ‘normally…’) leave here for London, not come to it!’. I also have to admit that til now I hadn’t even heard of the town, and the only thing I’d heard from the area was from news reports several years ago of five prostitutes going missing from the nearby city!

The area is one I’d probably would never have predicted, or chosen if I’m honest, but it’s on the water and seems very nice. Small enough to feel knowable, but big enough to have useful shops, a train station and a rowing club. So at the moment all I can think about is how happy I am that I’ll be somewhere properly permanent (well soon at least, initially I’ll be staying with a friend of my aunt’s, but I’m grateful for that anyway, that I won’t be stuck alone in a B&B for my first nights). After all I’m not from London (or England for that matter), and I feel like I’ve already ‘done’ city living when I was first at uni, so somewhere in Suffolk is as good as anywhere I think!

I have an Iranian uni friend who has ended up in Monmouth. I figure that if he, an ex-Tehran embassy security guard, can make a good go of living in a little Welsh town, I for sure can give living in a chocolate box town in east England my best shot too!