Saturday, 2 February 2019

Living in London: One Year On!


I feel like I’ve blinked, and I’ve been in London for a whole year! (Well, actually 14 months by the time I got around to writing this post.) I’ve lived in countless houses (big up Caitlin for letting me spoon her every night for my first 3 weeks!) until I finally settled in with the Nightingaldem (my current housemates) in Clapham. 

I’ve had quite a few DM’s on IG about how daunting it is to move to London by yourself, so I thought I would share my thoughts on living in the capital one year on..

THERE IS SO MUCH TO DO.
I rarely go to the same place twice (unless it’s the Ship in Wandsworth or G-A-Y) because there is always a new bar or restaurant opening that I NEED to go to. I’ve got a list on my phone that I’m constantly adding to when I discover somewhere else and it is currently tracking on about 30. And growing.

BRUNCH IS A THING.
I knowwww this is the biggest London cliché but brunch really is a *thing*. And I am into it! 'Brunch' back home means one of us doing the KFC run on a very hungover Sunday morning. But I loveeee going for a nice bit of avocado toast post-gym on a hangover-free Sunday, whilst scrolling through all my friends outrageous snapchats from the night before and feeling like the green-juice-health-goddess I was born to be. And I love going for a boozy bottomless brunch on a Saturday where my biggest priority is how efficient the service staff are at topping up my drink and being abso hammered by 4pm and tucked up in bed (fully clothed) by 8pm. Fave places include Bunga Bunga, Megan’s, Granger & Co (for the pancakes!)

EVERTHING IS SO EXPENSIVE.
I know this is stating the obvious, but you only really realise when you've been here a while. A singular gym class is £20, my monthly travel card is £150, two vodka lime and sodas are £34...!!! (Ok, this was at the Mayfair Hotel but I'm going for the shock factor here) Luckily I had some savings (cough, massive overdraft) so I've never been in the position of being genuinely worried about money, but it's a huge reality check! This has actually been such a life lesson for me now because it's taught me to be frugal! (And when I say frugal, it means I will happily eat a can of 45p soup for lunch every day that week if I know I'm going out that weekend.) You know, because food > drinks.

SOCIAL MEDIA IS MY BEST FRIEND
As much as I don't wanna be THAT person who is glued to their phone, I am very very very active. I stalk social media, my whatsapp group chats are constantly going off and I'm constantly checking my emails. Partly because I work in social media so its habit, partly because I'm a show pony so I'm always on IG stories or Snapchat, and partly because I feel like it's really important to stay in close touch with my friends and family (majority of whom all still live in Preston) London can be super lonely, and I never want to experience that feeling, so I do all that I can to keep my best friends close.

IT'S SO EASY TO LOSE TOUCH.
As much as my social life is thriving, it can be so hard to stay in touch with friends. Before I moved here, I just presumed everything was a 30 min maximum tube journey away. How wrong was I! One of my best friends lives in Hackney, one lives in Dalston and one lives in Stratford, and I probably see them once every 2 or 3 months, which is really shit, but fortunately for me they are such good friends I could probably see them once a year and it would still feel like nothing has changed. 

Tinder/Bumble is SO MUCH BETTER.
Have I left the best till last? I swear to god. The standard of men compared to up north (i.e Preston) is on a completely different level. People actually have decent/interesting/similar jobs as opposed to listing their occupation as ‘Hogwarts’ or ‘WOULDN’T YOU LIKE TO KNOW!!!!’ (erm yes actually I would. I need to know the potential father of my 18 children can provide, THANK U)


To sum up, I have absolutely zero savings, our house only has single glazed windows, my carpet is covered in make-up marks (partly my fault) my room is half the size of my room back home, my curtain is about as thick as a piece of tracing paper and our washing machine shakes the entire house when it’s on its last 10 minute spin, but I wouldn’t change it for the WORLD.

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