It is a strange thing to live alone in a house that isn't mine. My friends have gone away for a few days, entrusting me with eating all the perishable food in the fridge and little else. I cooked yesterday, for the first time since I moved to the UK, and today I lay around the living room --- all of which, you know, is very nice, but none of it is actually mine. I love their home (and them, of course), but I shall be glad to move to my own digs next week and settle in properly to this one-year sampler of London life.
So yes, I've got a place to live. We get keys next week and I'll be moved in before classes start, although installing broadband service might take anything from a few weeks to a couple of months, based on what friends have warned us. Oh England.
Details and pictures to come, as things take shape. Right now my most pressing Foamy Latte Problem is how I can dress up the place a little, since we're (predictably) forbidden from hanging anything that might damage the walls.
Labels: London bound