Why I love living in Gravesend
Almost a year ago, on the 20th of August 2017, I moved to Gravesend. I used to live in the Arsehole of London – Thamesmead. In fact: Stanley Kubrick already saw the desperation and shittiness of this place when he filmed the iconic scene of the Droogs and Alex walking next to the lake and the 60’s social housing blocks. I hated it there. The rent was expensive and nothing really worked. We lived by a beautiful big lake, also known as the favourite littering place of the locals. Oh- and local kids loved killing swans and other water birds. And did I tell you that getting into London would take at least 45 minutes? I was so glad to leave that horrible place. But where would we move to? Since we were three instead of five, we would have less money to spend on living arrangements. My partner and I would need a sizable room and so would our roommate for different reasons. We first looked for houses and apartments in Woolwich, Bexley, Crayford and Abbey Wood. But with the new Elizabeth line opening in the near future, rent had skyrocketed and we would not be able to comfortable share and pay for an apartment in that area. Since I gave up my job to start a freelance career, our housemate was unemployed and my husband just had a new job in Crayford, we started looking at houses a little further out – all in a 30 minute drive of Crayford. Gravesend sounded like a grim place. Just another London commuter town we thought. Just like Dartford – which has little charm and a lot of thoroughfare. But we were wrong. We were so wrong, in fact, that after our first visit to Gravesend, we would only look for houses and apartments in this little city. But what is so special about Gravesend? Well… let me tell you.