The First Week

The first week in London was one of the most stressful times ever. During this time we had to run around the city in search of a flat, which is not exactly the easiest thing to accomplish in a weeks time. We began in Baron’s Court, which was dirty, dingy and all around scary despite how nice the neighborhood seemed. The stove was gas and needed matches to light it. That was enough to freak us out and I almost ran out screaming. Next, we ventured to places in Marble Arch, which were not impressive. The first flat had an elevator like in Manhattan that opens right into the entry way of the flat, so if the doors aren’t closed all the way downstairs you’re stuck. The elevator was so claustrophobic and reminded me of the Tower of Terror that I screamed as it dropped. Another place seemed normal as we walked in, but as we explored further we noticed Barbie curtains and the mirror was smashed. It looked like someone had their head bashed into it and Brittany said she thought there was red in the center of it. The best part of the day was on the way to view these flats. We were on the tube and an announcement was made that the train was stopped indefinitely due to a person under a train. So that started the day off well, which resulted in us walking 20 minutes to Marble Arch. Finally, after being desperate for a place to live and calling multiple agencies, someone finally decided to help us. We now have a lovely flat in Bayswater/Queensway and I’ll post pictures of it so everyone can see!