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So, in three weeks time I shall be living in London. The only thing currently missing from this picture is somewhere to actually, you know, live. I have started to panic slightly about this, and to panic rather more substantially about the fact that I am probably not panicking enough, and so probably haven't properly grasped quite how urgent the situation is yet.
This weekend was supposed to be spent walking the streets of all and any bits of London I might want to live in, so I'd know exactly what I was talking about when speaking to estate agents. Given the vast area this covers, that was always going to end in fail. Although the addition of pub and shopping to the plan probably didn't help matters.
However I did spend a lovely weekend wandering round and exploring brand new bits of London (Hackney and Brick Lane, both of which I like very much indeed), and coveting top hats, and catching up with people, and simply ~being~ in the city... all of which was a very welcome reminder of why I've spent the past year trying to make this move. Given that the next few weeks are likely to get ridiculously stressful, that's a good thing to have to hold onto.
On the plus(?) side, stressful or not, it's all likely to go by very very quickly. With time booked off for househunting/Tori Amos/Whitby, I've only got 10 working days left. My leaving do is two weeks on Thursday. And I haven't started to pack anything yet. (I really should be panicking, shouldn't I? I obviously read way too much Hitchhiker at an impressionable age.)
Still, positive thinking: more househunting this weekend, and during the week next week, and actually involving viewing things this time round. Plus I do now have a fairly good idea of what I'm looking for which is hopefully realistic, specific, but not too specific... because at some point Patrick needs his living room floor back.
This weekend was supposed to be spent walking the streets of all and any bits of London I might want to live in, so I'd know exactly what I was talking about when speaking to estate agents. Given the vast area this covers, that was always going to end in fail. Although the addition of pub and shopping to the plan probably didn't help matters.
However I did spend a lovely weekend wandering round and exploring brand new bits of London (Hackney and Brick Lane, both of which I like very much indeed), and coveting top hats, and catching up with people, and simply ~being~ in the city... all of which was a very welcome reminder of why I've spent the past year trying to make this move. Given that the next few weeks are likely to get ridiculously stressful, that's a good thing to have to hold onto.
On the plus(?) side, stressful or not, it's all likely to go by very very quickly. With time booked off for househunting/Tori Amos/Whitby, I've only got 10 working days left. My leaving do is two weeks on Thursday. And I haven't started to pack anything yet. (I really should be panicking, shouldn't I? I obviously read way too much Hitchhiker at an impressionable age.)
Still, positive thinking: more househunting this weekend, and during the week next week, and actually involving viewing things this time round. Plus I do now have a fairly good idea of what I'm looking for which is hopefully realistic, specific, but not too specific... because at some point Patrick needs his living room floor back.
