Hello from London, where I now live for the foreseeable time being. After ten months in my childhood home, the baby bird is flying the nest yet again. As Dolly Alderton writes in her memoir Everything I Know About Love, “The answer was, of course, what the answer always is for a single twenty-something woman prone to a touch of melodrama: move to a different city.”
Moving to a new country is hard. This should not surprise anyone, yet somehow it surprised me. I thought that my past experience living abroad would make me a pro, but I still spent the first week alternating between crying and sleeping.
The second week is much better! My flatmate is the nicest and we are working on a 1000-piece Disney villain puzzle together. I am sampling all of the coffee shops in the neighborhood and slowly piecing together the components of my new living space. I bought crocs and got a tattoo of a bunny. I have a new stuffed frog that smells like lavender, so it’s only up from here.
I don’t have anymore to say at the moment and this is already quite late so that is all for now. Xoxo