room with a view

After hours of reading endless articles about the Iranian elections in June, and hours of lugging my baggage on buses, trains, up stairs and down escalators, I finally arrived in my new London room this evening. Sigh.

The best things about my new house are proper heating, no more emotional homelessness-induced rollercoaster rides, nice housemates (spanish girl I havent met yet + nice dude), unlimited internet, within 100 metres of my work, a gym and Pret, close to Old St bars so minimal Oyster Card bashing and night-bussing, and the VIEW!