Over the last few weeks I've been feeling very nesty. You know, that feeling of settling in and starting to get comforable and wanting to spread out your stuff a bit, unpack, hang up some pictures and get a coat rack. I've been feeling nesty to the point of pausing in estate agents windows and thinking it's probably a good thing I've been spending my savings on travelling because if I had enough I might do something crazy like invest in property here, and that's quite a rash and permanent thing to do. I've eliminated all the usual suspects that might be causing this: No PMS, No breakups, haven't won the lottery, nobody's died, I haven't given birth to anything, I haven't eaten anything particularly unusual. I suppose I might just be getting to like it here.
I guess another sign is that while things are still new and exciting sometimes, I'm starting to find myself noticing less and less the big differences that come with moving to a new culture, and starting to notice more and more the smaller less obvious quirky things that provide amusement on a daily basis (like funny street signs, or watching the man who couldn't figure out how to access the public loos while I was stopped at a traffic light - the poor soul)
Anyways, all this to say, I think I might change the name of my blog from something that's less about discovering London (besides, I haven't seen a rat in ages) and more about me. I have a thought...that I think is worth a think at any rate...
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