Moving home in London is an endeavour I would not wish on someone I really disliked. Having no friends with a spare room at the right time, and not being able to afford a place alone (because, lol, London) while trying to move home in London is a set of circumstances I would not wish on my very worst enemy. Well, maybe.
I finally did it though. After a solid two months of searching, messaging strangers, viewing, finding nothing suitable, being rejected from house shares I did like the look of, and even being subject to watching a potential housemate boiling a lobster alive while I asked about bills, I found a lovely home with lovely flatmates, and moved in a month ago.
Picking out furniture and ornaments is the light at the end of the long, long tunnel of moving; I’ve been having a great time being a grown up, buying things and turning my new place into somewhere I actually enjoy existing in.
Here are some of my favourite purchases so far, and some *mostly* affordable and mid-range things that are on my wishlist:
CUTE SHIT YOU DON’T NEED BUT WANT