Nothing Can Compare...

...to when you roll the dice and you say I don't have to live here anymore.

Apologies to Finley Quaye.

I looked for somewhere a few days ago. It was the first, and only place I've looked at. The only reason for looking at it was to see what was out there and bizarrely, I was the first person to call about the place. "Weird", I thought to myself, "hundreds of people must have asked about this place". It was a nice room in a decent part of CJ (Clapham Junction for the uninitiated) so naturally I thought there must be a catch of some sort. I went for the viewing not really knowing what to expect, but bizarrely it was great!

Good points are:

• Gigantic room compared to what I'm living in now. I may actually be able to bring down my book collection!
• I'd pay less than the small fortune I'm currently paying.
• The people I would be sharing with seem lovely.

Bad Points (come on, I'm not that blinkered!)

• Kitchen is not gigantic like it currently is
• Smaller living room
• Balcony is not as nice as it is in the current place

However, the reason I moved to CJ was to not live in the back of beyond and not to have to live with weird randoms. Randoms I can handle, but weird ones take their toll on me. I thought I would be moving in with a friend, but since my flatmate and I are just about civil to each other these days the more important point is now moot. Why pay a fortune to live somewhere with someone who is actually worse than a random?

I'll know what is to happen on Wednesday. If it falls through, then tough, however, the girl who's vacating the place has assured me that her flatmates like me and they're only conducting more viewings out of obligation and the place is pretty much in the bag. I'll hang on to my skepticism and believe it when it does happen, but for now I am being cautiously optimistic.

Oh, and the reason my flatmate has pissed me off today is because he has put a wet spoon in my caster sugar meaning I have to put off doing my baking till tomorrow. The stupid twat.