T R A N S I T I O N

Well well well, it looks as if the job hunt has come to an end for me! I did it! I can now class myself as a 'young professional' - and that feels so right and wrong at the same time. I finally had an interview where I was talked to in a way where I didn't feel like the company was trying to catch me out or trip me up, and cared equally as much about the culture of the workplace as the role itself. How refreshing!

Anyhow, it is my first day today so as you read this I'm probably running on both adrenaline and fear, with a furrowed brow from having to concentrate for the first time in a long time, and a fixed smile because first impressions are everything.

What I did want to talk about in this post though is the really, quite awful reality of trying to find a place to live in London. Whilst the extortionate rent prices in the big city are drummed into you at every turn, nobody tells you how hard it is to secure yourself a little room in a place that's not too fancy, but nice enough to feel safe. Like, come on, it's not like I'm trying my luck living amongst the cast of Made in Chelsea (no matter how much I'd love that).

Everyone seems to swear by spareroom.com. Well let me tell you something – I'm pretty certain 90% of the advertisements are old or lies. And the available rooms that haven't been snapped up already are usually shared, or the flat has a shower suite in the hallway. And I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared to bare all to complete strangers just yet. And I know there are so many other sites, but they are all so inaccessible, if not a little bit shady. I'm talking about you, Gumtree.

When I do eventually find a place, getting on with my flatmates shouldn't be an issue. I'm sure my parents and any of my past housemates can vouch for the fact that I'm an absolute dream to live with.

In all seriousness though, in a place so chocker-block with accomodation, why can I find no accomodation?! Ugh, life. It probably doesn't help that I'm relatively picky, and would like flatmates who aren't hermits and actually want to hang out with me every so often. I mean, I'm not that bad, surely?

On the plus side I may now regain a social life, a body clock, and an understanding of the phrase 'live for the weekend', though I'm not completely sure that last one is a good thing.

Ps. Any londoners out there, this is my formal announcement that I am officially up for adoption. Offers and inquiries can be directed to me through the comment box.

More to follow! x