Opposites don't attract
That Chris is going to live and work in Oakham whilst this Chris has started in Ockham.
Of course, the motivations are different. Chris Dillow maintains that he is leaving London in order to embrace freedom.
In leaving London, I'm leaving all this and seeking—and expressing—freedom.
Of course, I'll still have to work. But in working from home, it'll be proper work, done for its own sake and not as a means to climb any ladder.
This is not a question of improving the "work-life balance". The very phrase captures one of the evils of capitalism - that work and life are opposites. Instead, it's about integrating work into life; in not having to travel into an office, I'm smashing one of the big dividing walls between the two, and moving towards the Marxian ideal of unalienated labour.
Ironically, your humble Devil is moving from self-employment and working from home to an office environment but is also doing it for freedom. The stricter framework of an office environment and the knowledge that there will be money at the end of the month (without me having to spend three months cajoling, appealing to and, finally, threatening clients) actually gives me more freedom to concentrate on doing what I'm good at (and what I enjoy): being creative.
And the collaborative environment of the office also sets me free; it allows me to talk over ideas with other creatives and advance my coding knowledge, thus allowing me to create better designs. And this, in turn, satisfies me far more than any compromise would do.
So, whilst Chris Dillow is leaving London and the office environment to find his freedom, your humble Devil is returning to that very same environment in order to find a different type of freedom.
And I guess that the moral of this story is that only you can decide what you want out of life and, in a free society, you have the option to pursue said desire.
So, if I hear just one more fucking government arsehole wanking on about "a work-life balance", I'm going to physically assault the fucker with a nail gun and a rusty bicycle chain...