You make Londoners sound like a flock of locusts, OP 🤣
The trouble is that everyone is more mobile nowadays than they once were. My parents' generation expected to live down the road from their parents; now, we think nothing of relocating for work, and commuting at least an hour each way; and WFH has opened even more possibilities for living anywhere we fancy.
I miss Brighton and its environs so much! It was my home for many, many years. Then, it started becoming too much "like London" - Madeira Drive with its traffic calming = no more Whitehawk boy racers burning rubber at 02:30; the fish and chip shops along the seafront turning into glitzy bars; the Victory Inn losing the armchair by the fire and replacing it with gig posters on the walls, etc. It all got a bit hectic, and I moved abroad in search of a quieter life.
And then COVID happened, and Brexit, and now I can never afford to return. House prices have shot up. I'm an economic exile. I grieve the place so much that I daren't visit for a holiday for fear that I will want to go back to my old home and stick my nose up against the window, crying to be let in.
Guess what, though?! I've fucked up the place I moved to. As a relatively wealthy incoming person, I must have had some impact on the housing market.
Look up "geoarbitrage" 🙂 I suppose it was always thus, but things have sped up since (a) the invention of the motor vehicle and (b) the internet and (c) WFH becoming more common since COVID. I lie awake at nights sometimes wondering where next, to find a peaceful and authentic life. Maybe the jungles of Borneo!!!!!!!!! thus displacing the people of Borneo, of course, to serve my craving for tranquillity.