So here I am, cosy and warm in my temporary digs at my friend James' house. The move this morning went without a hitch, which was a relief. T'Other came over yesterday and helped me pack, primarily by sitting on a chair, doing stuff on his laptop and talking to me. I've never been able to express quite how much I need to have someone 'helping' in that manner – I'm not being facetious, I really do find it easier to pack if I have someone to talk to.
T'Other's gone home now, back to the chav hell hole that is East Acton, but it's nice to know that he's welcome here too. The few times he's stayed with me in the old place, I've felt a bit like I was sneaking someone back to my dorm room on a school trip. Plus it was hideously cold over night, so we'd wake up shivering and ended up sleeping really badly. It's no wonder I've felt at times a bit stressed and tired the last few months, considering how disturbed the cold makes my sleep. I'm looking forward to a comfortable, warm night tonight.
Just started looking for new places to live in London. We have decided that we'd rather pay a bit more, and get a place that's fairly central. We both work long days, and we both have pretty full-on stressful jobs, so the thought of an hour-long commute at the end of the day… well, it doesn't fill me with desire, shall we say. So I started looking on Gumtree and London Craigslist. Seems there are loads of flats that are in our budget, in decent places. There was one in Kensington that sounded absolutely perfect… Shame we can't actually move til March though. (Both of us have a lot of travel in Feb.)
In fact, I'm going to have to stop looking. It's just inducing feelings of chronic impatience.
Soon… soon…
Moved!
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Suw, a song in Zefferelli's film of *Romeo and Juliette* has these words:
“A place for me/ Someday there'll be/ A new world/ … ”
You'll find just the right one, love. In just the right place, at just the right time. Count on it.
huw
I always have this sneaking suspicion looking at London rents that whereas every other place in the country gives rent per calendar month, the same numbers in London mean rent per week.
And isn't in Mary Poppins that Dick Van Dyke sings those oh-so-true words:
“Chim-chiminey, chim-chiminey, chim-chim cher-oo.”
Which I think means you will find the right place, but there might be a dead cockney trapped in the chimney breast.
Congrats!
Finding a place to settle is difficult, and nothing, as the buddha says, is permanent.
But I am sure with your dedication you will come through.
All the best,
Take Care
Coder Keitaro
p.s. I might see you at the summit tomorrow, or maybe not as there are 800+ others there.
It also has the bloke who wrote and directed “Withnail and I” as Romeo.
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