Today is move-in day. We said goodbye to our lovely temporary quarters near St. Paul’s, loaded all our worldly belongings into a cab and set off across the city. Our new flat is in a lovely location, famous for its fine restaurants and prostitution. It’s….colorful.
Our flat overlooks a street filled with cafes, tiny shops and a very posh private club (excellent for people watching). The rear of the flat looks out on a rather Dickensian scene of rooftops, chimney-pots and laundry flung out the window to dry. Our flat, which we affectionately refer to as The Closet, is tiny, narrow and spread out over multiple floors. We knew choosing a convenient/nicer neighborhood would mean sacrificing size and quality, but we were willing to make that compromise. Our flat, rented as”fully furnished” (common in London) is decorated in a style so hideous it makes your eyes bleed. Hopefully, adding a few of our own things (beds, kitchen things) will help us feel right at home and overcome the trauma of looking at this every day…
The Mister and I are really excited about our proximity to a lovely park and a tube station. The Mister is especially excited not to have a 3+ hour round-trip commute everyday. Well, I suppose it could still be 3 hours on a bad tube day, but so far, so good.
One of my living in London fantasies involves paying the nice man a few pounds so I can sit in the lovely park chairs and read the Sunday paper. Maybe I can even talk The Mister into bringing me a coffee. It’s the little things…
I better hurry!
Most of all, I’m just basking in the glory of being in one place awhile and making London our home.
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