So currently I am searching for somewhere to live in ‘that’ London, the Big Smoke…whatever you call it. The search is taking up 100% of my non-working life and, as things stand is turning up nothing of note.
I’ve been to about four viewing over the last week and non of them were anything to shout about really. I’m a member of a couple of sites that are for people who need to find a room or flat share. As things stand I’ve contacted about 50-60 people who have posted about having something to offer…and viewed 4.
Today it was discovered that a Studio flat I was interested in was in fact being run as a scam. This further dented my hopes of finding somewhere suitable soon and left me feeling pretty shitty. My hope of finding somewhere in the near future are diminishing with each hour.
“The sooner I find somewhere, the sooner I can write again” is what I keep telling myself.
At this rate, I can’t see when I’ll be writing again. There is no light at the end of this hiatus tunnel. Not through lack of trying either.