I Live in London Now

It's just hit me. We moved in on Thursday from Sheffield (2.5 hour drive north of here) and I've had to run back and forth to my school with paperwork AND we've had loads of things that need to be fixed in the apartment and since Lizzie already started her job, I've been taking care of most of that (although she drafted the scathing email that got the letting agent to actually send a repairman around today). AND I had a job interview today with a tutoring company and had to go on the tube by myself for the first time and I had to change trains three times to get there. 

Uxbridge (where we live) is the furthest point west on the tube, but it's still London and as I sat on the train whizzing past giant houses on excellent public transportation that I can access literally around the corner from where I live, I felt so excited. I was not excited when it was London's fault that we pay £750/mo. to live in a flat above Poundland but our income is also weighted because of our proximity to the capital. 

And just to say, "Welcome to London," a man in a car sexually harassed me on the street right after my job interview. (Don't worry. I quickly caught up with some people at a crosswalk and got on the phone until I was back at the tube station and was ok.)

Oh, London. What the hell.