I am not the complaining type but saying that my new year started smoothly might be overdoing it a bit. January just isn’t my month. After losing my job in November I just found out that I need to move out of my room.
I am not happy to go as I really enjoyed the view but I didn’t really have a choice. And while I was prepared for a stressful couple of weeks chasing for a new place, things seem to have fallen into place already. (Let’s hope nothing gets in the way now but) I have found a room around the corner of Battersea Park. If I continue walking along the side of the park (even though I am already sure I will spent a lot of time in the park as there is a tea pavillion and a place where they sell ice cream near a lake) I will get to Albert Bridge and if I walk over the bridge, crossing the Thames, I stand in Chelsea. It is a brilliant location indeed with lots of cycling possibilities too.
I will share with two men again, I am used to that now, and I am fine with that, not the least because we’ll have a cleaner. And I just hope that I can stay there for a longer period than my current room. I know that nothing is certain in London, it is the nature of the city, but one can always hope.
I will also be very close to Clapham Junction (good for shopping and train connections) and loads of bus stops so that’s all good.
There is only one thing – I need to pack all my stuff down in boxes again, and I have exactly 16 days to do it.