Living in London

Now that I am 19 years old, a second year and living in a flat that I rent myself, I feel like I should have my life slightly more together. I had grand plans for this year. I would decorate my new room with fairy lights and candles, prepare delicious homecooked meals every week in my new kitchen, study every night at my brand new Ikea desk and keep a spotless home. Domestic goddess meets super intelligent lady biologist if you will. I would have my cake and eat it too once I’d moved into my new flat with my housemates. (As an aside, if my housemates are reading this, I love you so much and I’m sorry if I’ve been bothering you with the amount of time I spend singing Let it Go in the shower xxx)

Well. I don’t think I’m quite ready for this kind of adulthood.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my flat. It’s a great location, most of my friends live within walking distance and if not, I’m only minutes away from tube and bus links. It’s close enough to uni that I can walk everyday, far enough way that I don’t have to shell out a bomb to live there. It has four bedrooms and living space, which is pretty good for a flat in central London, and we’re literally on top of an incredible and super cheap market, plus right next to two supermarkets, an iceland and a poundland.

Although I have been doing homecooking, I have been so busy this term that I tend to bulk cook a couple of times every fortnight and then freeze portions. As such, I have eaten more rice with chilli/curry than I can bear to think about. I was planning a big get fit/live clean thing for this year but that went down the drain considering how I barely have time to go shopping. Come to think of it, all I have for breakfast tomorrow is dry cereal…

Studying at home hasn’t really been a thing due to the fact that we didn’t have wifi in the flat for the first six weeks after moving in. Don’t use EE as your internet provider kids.

I am a bit of a clean freak so I have cleaned my room since moving in at the beginning of term and we have a rota for the bins and bathroom but the other day I picked a mug up off the kitchen side to make a cup of tea and it was literally stuck to the worktop. I’m still not sure why.

Other adult things that I’d rather not have to deal with at the moment include the fact that our washing machine is broken and I am running out of clothes, most of the lightbulbs in the flat have died and no one is tall enough to reach them, the shop we live above has been throwing out our post so we’d missed all our water bills and received a scary letter telling us to pay or be taken to court, and the lump sum of rent we put down in June is about to run out so I need to figure out my finances to pay rent next year.

I now have an insane amount of respect for my parents – who knew that running a household would involve so many responsibilities!

 

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