Apartment Living
I thought I’d be homeless, or at least living under a bridge somewhere. How wrong was I?
Having spent the last 18 months living in London, in what can best be described as a small shoe box and with a commute of 45 minutes each way, and £150/month, I decided some changes were in order here.
First was to live by myself. I quite like having “me” space at the end of a day at work, being able to watch what I want when I want without someone wanting to watch sports. That kind of thing. Second was to live closer to work, within walking distance was an absolute must.
I’ve achieved both - I have a short, 15 minute, moderately flat walk to the office. It’s a studio apartment, a block away from Robson, a couple of blocks away from Davie (and Stephos, home of the best Lamb in Vancouver, possibly the whole wide world). Photos coming soon.
With one visit to IKEA down, and another to go I should have the place reasonably furnished as well. Ready for people from far away to pop by and visit for a cup of tea*.
Perfect.
* actually tea would be a bad idea, as I only have one mug (I generally only drink coffee when out of the house), and no kettle.
