My parents moved out to Spain about ten years ago. It was around the same time that I joined North London escorts and starting to meet up with the select gents who use the agency. Working for the agency was great, but after about 8 years, I really felt that I was ready for something else. I had been a good daughter and had been out to see my mum and dad in Spain every year. They lived in this place called Javea, and seemed to enjoy it. I rather liked it as well, so when I left North London escorts from https://charlotteaction.org/north-london-escorts, I decided to rent a small apartment in the port area of Javea.
The rent of my flat in London more than covered the cost of living in Javea. My parents was delighted that I had decided to come to Spain, but was a bit concerned about me. I had to explain to them that London property prices were crazy, and that I was making a nice living from my flat that I had bought in London. Of course, they did not know that working for North London escorts was what had allowed their daughter to do so well.
The summer in Spain was really good. I forgot all about North London escorts and spent lots of time going out with my parents and their friends. A couple of their friends tried to chat me up, but they reminded me too much of the gents that I used to date at North London escorts. For the moment, I wanted to have my own space and sort of chill out a bit. Perhaps I would feel different about my parents friends in a couple of months’ time.
When winter finally arrived in Javea in Spain, the place became like a ghost town. Many of the restaurants closed for the winter, and I started to feel a little bit lonely. My parents were at the time nagging me to buy a place in Spain, but I took a month off from Spain, and popped down to the Caribbean instead. It was great to get some sun, and on top of that, it felt like I was back in civilization when I popped over to Miami for the weekend.
Once back in Spain, I realized that the place was okay when it was nice and warm in the summer, but virtually a retirement home in the winter. Yes, it was great to spend some time with my parents, but I did miss London. I also missed some of the gents that I had dated at North London escorts. Once the rental contract on my flat was up, I moved back to London and found myself a job. Rather a lot of money was left over from renting out my flat, so I used that as a down payment on another place outside of London that I could rent out. It is a lovely little place, and one day, I may just move there. At least, I could just hop on the train and go to London should I want to. Sometimes you just need to live a little.