The day after Christmas I moved to my new apartment, where I will be for the next five weeks. Five weeks is the longest I’ve stayed in one place since last July, so in celebration of that I unpacked my bag and hung up my things.
I am putting down roots in this city just a month at a time.
I am now living just a block away from the obelisk, which represents the centre of the city. It is a very busy part of town.
For anyone familiar with London, it is the equivalent of staying in Piccadilly Circus. At first you think how super-convenient it will be, but then you realise that there are no proper supermarkets nearby, no laundries, and there are tons of people right there in your face the very second you step out of your door.
Ah well, it’s not that I didn’t realise this beforehand. The time I will really appreciate this flat is at 9AM on a weekday morning when it’s just a fifteen minute walk to school.
There may not be an abundance of supermarkets but there are lots of cafes and restaurants. However it is rather heavy on the pizza. I’m wondering how long it will take for me to grow bored of pizza (trick question; I’m already bored of pizza).