Flat Nr 1, Part 2: a Room for Bed and Slippers

A tall, tanned woman comes to me and apologizes for being late. Her body language and looks distract me so much that I do not even care that I had been standing in this potentially crime scene for almost an hour.

Flat nr 1, Part 1: Living in a music video

Flat hunting sounds like fun. Part of it is hunting, after all, and that‘s something even royals take pleasure in. Hence, I was ready for some fun. Worried, as my paranoid nature requires, nevertheless excited.

Off the Rails

Buzzing with excitement about moving to London, I started flat hunting as soon as I arrived. After joining all possible room renting social media communities, my e-mail account got flooded with all sorts of room offers from agents and with computer generated recommendations. It seemed that with such wide spectrum of choice I could fill up my calendar with flat viewings each day for another year. However, I wanted to find my new home as soon as possible, as staying at a friend’s place was fun, but not ideal.

Old blog, new leaf

A lot has changed in my life. This blog is changing too. Although it is turning a new leaf, I deliberately decided to keep this old website for my new posts. Why? To show you how I grow! I started this blog ages ago, and never really knew what it was about. I do now! Stay with me, I can not wait to tell you all about what is coming.

Skiing to the goals

When I was skiing this year, I couldn‘t drop my eyes off the kids. They weren‘t my kids,

Mirror, Mirror, tell me more

Don’t know about you guys, but I sometimes forget what I do.

Spoilers

Seems that sometimes words can ruin everything.