When some asshole has been honking his horn for 10 minutes because someone is double parked and you and all your neighbours from the surrounding buildings come out onto your balconies to swear and wave your hands around.

5:30am: The alarm goes off. Mauricio and I fiercely head-but in the attempt to reach it.

"Baby!"

"That was your fault!"
"No that was your fault!"
He rolls over to cuddle me, draping his heavy body over mine. He does this every morning and it often squishes my internal organs.
"Get off me!"
"You're so grumpy in the morning!" . . .

7:10am: The phone rings.

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I drank espresso. I spoke spangtalian. I shopped. I negotiated gluten free food drenched in olive oil (the nectar of the gods). I got rained on. I got lost 100 meters from the Duomo. I saw renaissance art. I saw fashion. I saw Leonardo's "The last Supper" (Cena Finale). Everyone stared at my ridiculous outfit.

Did i mention the rain?

Yep, this is ( Read more... )

Here i am again in a foreign city, and still, everyone is trying to fuck me. At least my housemate is respectable!

1: Take as much alone time as possible and if u have the chance, live alone!
2: Live near water. Lots of it.
3: Learn boundaries and be adamant about them
4: Live where your commute is shortest (but not so close that u are recognised when leaving the house)
5: Be independent
6: Downsize
7: Share as much as you can, and often
8: Eating out can be cheaper ( Read more... )

Gah! My London notes were deleted. Rewriting time

Sally and Vlad are fantastic hosts! I have been served a cooked vegan gluten free breakfast each morning, and if I don't jump in and do the dishes myself they are done before I even notice. Not only that, they have been living here for I think around 8 months, so they know the place well. On the first day I went to Edgeware street looking for the ( Read more... )

I'm in London. The flight was about 23 hours after my stop in Sydney and when I got to heathrow airport I messaged my mum who was leaving that day. I took the train to paddington but it turns out that I was directed onto the wrong train, after being directed to the wrong platform. I got to paddington and they sent me back to the airport to get the ( Read more... )

It's been an eventful few weeks! after samsara (post is written.. I should post it) I was pretty fucking fucked. Fuck. I managed to get a little work done, and a yoga class too, come Thursday. I have been sober for something like 3 months or more and was planning on breaking my sobriety at either samsara or the eclipse. Seeing as I broke it at ( Read more... )

I think today's activities sum up the last few weeks pretty well.

It rained, and I rode to uni. It's a 5 min ride via a park. I went to uni to check out the view, which, at least for this week, has less to do with the window and more to do with the cute guy who sits across from me. He wasn't there, and i got some stuff done before my appointment ( Read more... )