The Runaway Canadian

Looking for a place to live is hard enough at the best of times. Throw in being in a new country with no job or references and no idea what a reasonable budget or location is, and things get about 10 times harder. I’ve been staying at a hostel since I arrived in London and even though it’s not a bad hostel (more about it in another post, hopefully) I didn’t really want to stay here much longer. They also have a limit of 14 nights. Naturally my first 2...3 days were write offs and I could barely think straight to look for a place. Or I was sleeping. Eventually I got my act together and started looking. Luckily there are some lovely apps to help with this, namely SpareRoom and Rightmove. I had been hoping to find a place by myself (no, you don’t need to tell me, I know it’s expensive) because I’m sort of over just having a room. However, being in a time crunch and not really knowing where I wanted to live, I went with the flat share option. Which, let me tell you, is still pretty diffi...

I suppose it’s technically first two days, but both days were pretty much write offs so they amount to about a day. I have officially moved to a new country. Everyone keeps asking me what I’m gonna do or where I’m going to be living, and as of right now I don’t have a clue. And that’s fine. I mean, I’m freaking out a little bit, because what idiot moves to an entirely new country with no job or house lined up? This idiot, apparently. But it’ll be fine. I hope. My flight wasn’t terrible. Flew with West Jet, got a couple meals/snacks (and a farewell treat of maple candy!) and a blanket, pillow and bottle of water were at the seats on boarding so that was fun. Pretty solid movie selection, even though I didn’t actually want any because I wanted to try and sleep since it was an overnight flight and I’d be arriving at 9am London time. That didn’t really work out so well. Got into Gatwick Airport about an hour earlier than scheduled. Which would have been great if it wasn’t 8am and I coul...