Got the offer (finally), accepted it (finally) and we're on our way. Yikes! We've been busy telling family, friends, loose acquaintances, the dentist (and that's surprisingly hard to do without using your lips or tongue).
Michele and I are heading over on Saturday to check out apartments and find schools for the kids. Fortunately, the company hooks us up with a relocation consultant (Sally), who makes appointments with the listing agents, drives us around the city, etc. Sally's goal is to schlep us to 3-4 apartments per hour - I'm confused already.
Originally, we had this vision of morphing from minivan-driving suburbanites into sleek, fashionable urbanites. However, the cost of housing and lack of schools in inner London sent that particular fantasy packing. Now, we're looking to retain our suburban sheen, albeit minus the minivan.
Speaking of cars, we don't plan to have one in the UK, at least not for a while. Parking is a nightmare, driving is on the wrong, er, other side of the road, and the cost of fuel is exorbitant (see previous post written in self-conscious 'Bridget Jones' Diary' style. Ugh.) So, for those of you who will be visiting, this means: 1) we'll meet you at the airport, but unless you want to cab it, expect to take public transportation to get to our pad (this is particularly onerous after an overnight flight. trust me, I know.), 2) wear comfortable shoes.
The good news is that London does have a great public transport system, at least on paper. We'll see how we feel about it after living with it for a while, though. Most of the rides I've taken on the tube thus far have been between social venues, so my recollection of the tube as a clean, efficient mode of transportation may be somewhat colo(u)red.
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