A year into this crazy adventure, 6 flats and 2 job titles later, here I am. In London. Still.
Having moved out of the Squaddies flat (week 29) and on to stay with friends with about 4 months, I finally found a fantastic townhouse in Brixton. I moved in with a girl who seemed lovely at first and felt like I was above to see my self settling down in London Town!
As the long cold nights of December came and went, I realised that this arrangement wasn't all that great afterwards and after being kept awake on many an occasion because of the noise of my flatmate shagging the most recent guy, whose name she wouldn't know and whose language she probably couldn't understand, I was glad when she told me she was moving out.
It was a bit irritating that she did this once she had a filled her taxi with all of her belongings and even more irritating that I had no say in the replacement flatmate. But in 46 short weeks I have lived with Jane, Paul, Niall, Sarah, Nicky, Craig, Sebastian, Laura and Dominique so surely the next one can't be that bad?
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