We apartment hunt like we are trying to lose a tail: speed left; u-turn and take the first alley-way; fix your scarf and engage the flashers (mind out of the gutter, boys); reverse back onto the traffic circle; mind the gap and rouge packet of crisps; and leave the car with the agent and run up to see the joint before anyone takes notice. Seriously, in two days we have seen twenty different apartments in no less than 6 or 7 neighborhoods. This adventure has been, in a word of my newly acquainted brethren, massive (a major thank you to our zealous pilot).
|Utilities are minimal…|
Here is the funny thing, zigzagging across my island (“yea, my island” – name the movie and get a free eternal domnation t-shirt*) has literally taken two full days. Little did we know that all along we passed the now recipient of our official offer of tenancy** each and every day on our way to the tube! Are you kidding me? The place we decided on is two blocks away! You have to love it.
To make a home is a beautiful thing; it is so cool to watch the speed of this transformation when you are along side that person, and that person alone, who makes absolutely any place where you stand together, home. Well, we have been in the UK for 10 days, and we already call Fulham home. Truth of the matter is that Fulham is our home because we have spent the last 10 days here, together. And even though I still haven’t received any mail with my name on it (Publishing Clearing House, this is your final notice), I could not imagine myself anywhere else.
It is an extraordinary thing putting in an offer on a place only two blocks away. In short, it is brilliant. The place we want was there all along. And I do not think this uncommon. Wish us luck on the British negotiations, renting can certainly be a pain in the arse. No more writing tonight…
*pending finalization of sponsorship from an anonymous source.
** we sent an e-mail saying we want it.