Whoever said it, was right. I think I have wanted to live in London since I was 15 and visited it the first time. 10 years forward and I’m moving to London. Exciting, stressful, nervous and about 70 other emotions going through me daily.
I’m extremely sad to leave my job because of the people I work with and the memories it has created and the exciting situations that it would continue to bring to my life. I really thought I would stay home for longer, but life had other plans. The countdown has begun and the new chapter shall start at the end of the year.
At the moment the main focus is on finding a home. If only people bothered to reply to potential tenants…like seriously, do people loose their manners in London? I get that you can’t reply to everyone as I can’t be bothered to reply to all the automated offers or whatever they are which offer me a place on the other side of the London, well, clearly you did not read my advert and you send the same text to everyone. But when the tenants ask you to “send through a little something about yourself” and I have taken the time to do it, then come on, if it didn’t rock your boat then at least send me the automatic reply created by the site, but no, they just leave you hanging there -.-
And how many potential tenants are willing to fly in from a different country to sign the contract? Their loss, my perfect place is waiting for me…somewhere. Right?
Oh yes, and then I ordered myself a new sim, so that I can agree on viewings beforehand and have things lined up when arriving. Jazz was kind enough to post it to me and snail mail, is literally snail mail as it’s almost 3 weeks since she posted it…Should I even hope that it will arrive?
At least I’m working on my social calendar, bought first concert tickets. And now I’m eying Bruno Mars’s tickets, someone I have wanted to see live for years.
Emma
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