No matter how much stuff you think you have, for some reason it always seems like there's a whole lot more of it when it's packed away in cardboard. I arrived in London almost one year ago with a pack on my back. That was it. I now have enough junk to fill the majority of a Transit. How?
So anyway, the move from East Acton to Hampstead last Saturday went surprisingly well - a long and muscle-ache-inducing experience but one which was well worth it. The new apartment is taking shape remarkably quickly and I could now swing a large sabre-tooth tiger around my room if I so desired. This is a good thing. The weekend also saw me lose my Ikea cherry in a frenzy of modular furniture and tchotchke action - never let me near that place again.
A big thank you to Steve, Tom, Catherine, Niki and Bridget for all their selfless assistance over the course of the weekend ... you guys are the best. And to Meg and Luke, muchas gracias for taking this displaced kiwi under your collective wings. Game on!
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