Chronicles of one girl's journey to London - from conception to eventual migration.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012


 So, once again, I am moving. For anyone keeping track (Mum), this is my 3rd time moving while living in London. I have moved from Gants Hill to Clapham South, from Clapham South to Tooting Bec and now from Tooting Bec back to Clapham South.

This time, I am moving in with le boyfriend. And I am already regretting this idea. Not because I don't want to live with him, or think it will go badly but because I don't know where I am going to put any of my things.

Now, it's purported that females (big generalization coming up) have a lot of clothes, shoes, toiletries and other such things. But, guess what? Males have the same amount of useless junk too! Le boyfriend has a wall to wall, floor to ceiling bult-in wardrobe in his room. It is full. Clothes, shoes, boxes that should be in storage, hair stuff, face stuff and just. more. stuff.

This week, I am cleaning it all out. I am forcing myself into this space as best I can. Sorry le boyfriend. I am not even trying to take over the room, I am just trying to find a spot to put my undies and dresses that I can reach without contortionist training.

Then, there's the worry that you ARE taking over someone else's space whether you meant or not. It's hard to move in to someone's room when they have already settled into it themselves.

So, wish us luck and I will let you know how it goes when I am picking up dirty laundry from the floor and he is brushing strands of my hair off his pillow 7 days a week.

PS I don't know if everyone remembers the scene in Friends that the blog title refers to so here is the YouTube clip (skip to the very end).