Before I start, a disclaimer: this is a picture of Keswick
, not of the town we live in, or anywhere nearby. I was walking in town recently (I seem to be doing that often
these days), which of course made me thoughtful
. The town I live in is not half as bad as sometimes I thought it was, when I was bitter and unemployed. Now it is a bit of a haven for many reasons
. I feel home here, maybe not quite when I wanted to end up at first, but I warmed up to it.
It is certainly a pretty, picturesque town, at least in some areas. Not nearly as much as some towns we saw on holidays here and abroad, but it is still pretty. Back in 2008, when I was bitter and unemployed, my wife and I considered moving, closer to her working place. Since I had plenty of time and I found the place a bit claustrophobic, I was the one going around visiting flats. We decided to stay, partially because we didn't find any apartment that was better than our lovely attic
, but it was also because the towns around were a bit bland. I didn't see it like this then, but we live in a place full of charm. In the end, we decided to stay.
When I first came here for an interview for that job I ended up getting, losing and hence hating
(although I don't think I ever liked it), I loved the town badly. It was early October (I am easily charmed in October
), the colours were magnificent, I was feeling confident about the position, before and after the interview, everything seemed right here. I do not have this idealised vision anymore, but since we see that we are likely to move I find it more attractive, akin to how I saw it the first time. I hope we will stay long enough to see it in October.