These times, they are a-changin'
This weekend marks the end of Spring and the beginning of Summer. And as the seasons change, so does my 'everyday' in London.
My flat mate and friend, Nicole, whom I have known since my first few weeks of living in this city is leaving London. On Monday she flies back to The States to begin a new adventure.
Today my new flat mate has moved in and already his things have taken over the space which she has left behind.
Yes, 'HE' - a boy. And yes, 'cooties'. I know.
It will certainly be an interesting experience sharing house with a male. Even as he moved in today my knickers were drying on the laundry line... awkward? Maybe. Perhaps I should have taken those down.
Oh well, he will have to get used to it eventually I suppose. Although, I did sadly come to the realisation that his presence means that I will need to cease walking around in my sports bra or towel.
Moving on.
Continuing with change, another good friend of mine, again someone I have known since first moving to London over a year and a half ago, will also be leaving this island behind in one weeks time. In what I find to be a type of irony she will be trading the city of London for the city of Seattle. While I remain in London, she will be moving to the 'other' Washington, and she will be closer to my family and friends than I.
Although only small changes, they feel big. And if things in life come in packs of three, I'm expecting one more 'change' to occur before this season is over.
My flat mate and friend, Nicole, whom I have known since my first few weeks of living in this city is leaving London. On Monday she flies back to The States to begin a new adventure.
Travel buddy, friend and flat mate.
Today my new flat mate has moved in and already his things have taken over the space which she has left behind.
Yes, 'HE' - a boy. And yes, 'cooties'. I know.
meet the new roomie
It will certainly be an interesting experience sharing house with a male. Even as he moved in today my knickers were drying on the laundry line... awkward? Maybe. Perhaps I should have taken those down.
Oh well, he will have to get used to it eventually I suppose. Although, I did sadly come to the realisation that his presence means that I will need to cease walking around in my sports bra or towel.
Moving on.
Continuing with change, another good friend of mine, again someone I have known since first moving to London over a year and a half ago, will also be leaving this island behind in one weeks time. In what I find to be a type of irony she will be trading the city of London for the city of Seattle. While I remain in London, she will be moving to the 'other' Washington, and she will be closer to my family and friends than I.
friend, fellow foodie and lover of London
Although only small changes, they feel big. And if things in life come in packs of three, I'm expecting one more 'change' to occur before this season is over.