Housing Hangups
Published on 18 November 2003 in Life, house, London
Last week was hardly my idea of a relaxing week of work I must confess. Instead of sitting down and relaxing, we spent most of our week walking down road after road in an attempt to find a location where
- we could afford to buy a two bedroom property
- it was actually reasonably nice.
- you can get to White City and Kew relatively easily.
It could be argued that the British are too hung up on owning property but
in a world where rents are high, deposits are often not returned and the
amounts of rights you have are limited, who can blame us for not wanting
to be stuck in the world of renting.
My current abode is on a one year contract and we can’t actually
do anything with the place. We desperatly need basic storage like
shelves, but can’t actually install any ourselves. To get anything done is
a slow and painful process and of course it’s not your propery, so the
landlord has to agree – if it’s something that they deem to be bad, then
no chance.
So we buy. If we can actually afford it anyway. Judging by last weeks
trogging, then it’s either live in a grotty area, or keep on renting.
The prices in London are quite frankly ridiculous – over the top prices
not helped by a complete shortage of accommodation that reflects how people
live. You can find tree-lined street after tree-lined street of 3 or 4 bedroom houses, but a 2 bedroom flat? Then you’re usually tucked in a dark corner of town, near the tube depot.
It is to be quite frank, depressing, and makes you wonder why you even
live in this overpriced capital city that is London. A city that
gives you unaffordable housing, long commutes and a lot of pollution.
Then you remember – it’s where the jobs are. And you sigh, and then realise that your week is up and it’s back to that job to earn the cash so that you can one day, just maybe buy that flat.