In one week I've managed to score myself a job and a flat.
Did you ever watch those Western films and the guys are running along beside the train which is steaming past them on the tracks, and they're running and running to try and get a leg up on one of the trailers? And then there's a sense of relief once they manage to run fast enough and hoist themselves up?
That's the closest I can get to describing my relief at finding my feet in a completely different world. I feel like I'm a proper contributing member of society now. And hey, maybe I actually am. My job entails finding people work (yes, the irony is impeccable).
But I have to admit, a quick sense of elation was also met with an impending sense of doom. So...now I have a job and a house I can say I've done 'it', right? I've came to see if I could do it, and I can, so lets go home?
A weekend of being in a strange home without Internet access nearly did my head in. I've realised how much I've come to rely on the Internet. Which is kind of sad, in a way. Back in the olden days when people did their OE they had to rely on snailmail. How privileged am I to be able to send photos to my parents? To show them my new room? To tell them how my day went? To keep up with my friend's social antics?
So I've decided the hard part isn't actually over. Oh contraire.
In fact, the hard part is just beginning. How to maintain a life in London?
I've got the basics down. A roof over my head, a job, a few friends here and there. But what else is there? Hobbies? Classes? A social circle? Dates? Events? More travel?
Do watch this space.
And to finish off this post which wasn't about anything other than reminding you that I'm still
alive...here is one of my favorite spots in London, which reminds me that I am...in London.
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