I know I posted about us leaving London and hinted vaguely at the fact that we were moving North. But North of London leaves a wide swath of country. We’ve made an offer on a place (to rent, not to buy, sadly) and so I feel I can say….. we’re moving to York! (This might not be too much of a surprise. Some of you I’ve told, others might have guessed from my instagram.)
A few weekends Sam and I traveled up to York. It truly felt like the beginning of a new adventure. One of Sam’s brothers now lives in York, so we stayed at his lovely home and used it as a base to view many, many places. I think we had 13 viewings in 2 days? We also ended up walking around 40k over the weekend because we were running around everyone. By Sunday evening, I was near tears because my calves were so achey.
This was my first time getting to explore York in depth. Before this I mostly thought of it as the place where we change trains when we go to Scarborough. We looked at property in every corner of the city in order to figure out which neighbourhood we’d most like to be in. We very quickly narrowed it down and refocused our search.
It’s crazy to walk the York City Walls and know that they’ve been there since Roman times. Or to contrast Micklegate Bar (the 12th century gatehouse that was once the Southern entrance to York) to the modern shops that surround it. And don’t get me started on how utterly insane York Minster is. Someone once described York as the “Bath of the North” and I can definitely see their point!
I can’t wait to start exploring York like a local instead of like a visitor. My list is already a mile long!
*Not to jinx anything. We are still finalising all paperwork.*