When the house-hunt began a few months ago, I thought it would help to be closer to work. It would make life simpler and my commute would not be so long and the cost of commuting would be less. So when I found a house that was twice as far away from work as the apartment in Leeds, everyone thought I was shooting myself in the foot - including myself. That was until someone mentioned the train and bicycle. I was all for it. I am quite a fatalist in some cases because I believe that things happen for a reason, at the right time and without too much effort. If you have to force a situation, it isn't meant to be (in some cases).
When I was viewing the house in Bingley and mentioned to the letting agent that I love it, he mentioned the long commute from Bingley to Wakefield. I made a very flippant comment that maybe I would just get another job closer to home. Well, can you believe it - I went and found a job, closer to home (10 minute drive) and within the private health insurance industry. The more I think of it, the more I am pleased with this move to Bingley.
Sometimes life takes some strange twists and turns and if you just let it take you where it wants you to go, you could be pleasantly surprised to find where you end up.
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