That's right; after over 3 years in the family home since coming back from Virginia I've moved into my very own place all by my self.
I've lived away from home before of course, but never on my own. From living behind the tv in the living room in a basement flat in Brighton, to living with the food not bombs hippies and the fleas in Grove Street I've never had my own space aside from that which my mum kindly has kept for me for so many years.
In all honesty I never thought I would move out in London by myself; one, it's so expensive, and two, I thought my next port of call was New York. But it is here in Southfields I find myself, not far from the Wimbledon tennis courts rather than those of Flushing Meadows for the next 6 months at least. I'm not sure where I'll go from then but it's time to stop waiting to see if things happen and take some control. They say if you're not living on the edge, then you're taking up too much room, so if you'll excuse me, this Eagle's going to stretch his wings and soar across the canyon of possibility towards the horizon of an ever changing future...
Touche Luigi, he grimaced, putting the nintendo down. Now who am I going to cluck like a chicken with??
Labels: New flat, Same Nerd