Home for February. A friend late last year tells us “if you’re serious about potentially living in London you should come in February, when there’s no fun events and we’re in the ass end of winter.” I decide to surprise John with it for Christmas. I find this spot on Airbnb that has a monthly rate less than half our mortgage and pull the trigger. It’s cozy, both in euphemistic realtor speak but also in fact. Perfect location for us, just a 10 minute commute to John’s office here, and easy for me to dial into work from home. Here’s to February.