There's no place like home...
Unlike Dorothy and Kansas, home has been many flats and apartments over the years, as the thought of buying a house, being tied down, and owing such a large amount of money to the bank was enough to send my inner “Scrooge” running to the metaphorical hills.
However, recently this has changed as my partner and I have gained permanent residency in the UK, and with this we have both felt an overwhelming desire to have four walls to paint, decorate, and call our own as well as being faced with the economic reality of paying someone else’s mortgage for the last 10 years but owning no capital to show for it. I’m sure there’s material here for a Tui billboard...