A Life Change.

Hey everyone!I know that I've been a little (i.e. A LOT) neglectful of you of late which I can assure you is not without reason. So, a little thing happened, whereby I MOVED TO LONDON!

This is literally the biggest adventure of my life and it's one that I'm so so excited about. After spending a year at home living with my parents in good ol' Wiltshire, I've finally flown the comfortable nest (for the second time)and found myself in the big smoke. It's a massive deal for me and I really hope that it's a decision that I will never regret!

Just over a week ago my lovely parents drove me and most of my worldly possessions away from the countryside and my friends and my dog and helped me set up my life in my new house in west London. I now live with two other girls, one from Hong Kong and one from Poland. My landlady lives downstairs and is also a good egg. I have my first ever double bed (yes I did starfish) and my room is beautiful;

     

I can tell you, finding this room was not without it's stress. About a week before I was due to start my job, I was on the brink of having to sofa-surf. I decided to go house hunting with my Dad on the Saturday a week previously on the very edge of panic - I had 0 time. Through a combination of pure luck and blaggyness, this room was the first I viewed. Needless to say I was relieved. Crazy days.

Anyways, back to last weekend, saying goodbye to my parents was quite emosh and as they drove off it dawned on me that I was going to have to be independent again. Also that aside from Jess and a couple of other assorted uni peeps, I knew no-one in this giant city. It was a relief to find out that my landlady was is an avid X Factor fan and that I was quite welcome to watch it with her downstairs. This was made an even bigger relief because, not only could I do with the company at this point, but also I forgot the power lead to my TV. 

On Sunday I mooched around sorting out the remained of my things and registering my Oyster card (who even knew that you had to do that?! Not me). Turns out that my section of the underground was closed, including my tube station and the overground station. Buggeration. I ended up getting a surprisingly efficient bus replacement service to Shepherds Bush in order to sort it all out. And since you know, it would be rude not to, I had a bit of a peruse around Westfields Shopping Centre. I had to really.

After that, I went home and started to have those pre-new-job-I'm-shitting-myself kinda nerves. Despite my amazing bed, I slept really very badly thinking about meeting my new workmates and starting my PR career. Scary.

After my first commute with my Metro, during which I felt very professional and commuter-ish, I got off at Covent Garden and went forth to meet everyone. Turns out, all the worry was for nothing - my new colleagues at Fire PR are all so lovely and put me straight at ease. I spent the day doing all of those first day adminy type things. I got my shiny work iphone 5 (?!), familiarising myself with the clients and all of that other new-person stuff. 

After work I went to meet the bestie for cocktails in Soho (oh have very metropolitan of us)  and en-route I walked past the comedian Steven Mangan (you know, as you do). Having a chinwag and a catch up was an ideal way to spend my first working evening in London.

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of press calls, pitching and learning learning learning. On Tuesday I called America and I saw Dr Adam Trueman from Casualty. On Wednesday I went on an impromptu mission to Canary Wharf, where I felt very small...

Before I knew it, it was Friday night and my first working week was over. To celebrate, Jess and I went out for dins at Strada in Soho.

Jess and her standard chicken rissotto

Ice cream, espresso and Amaretto - what more could you want from a dessert?!  

After this we were going to go and watch 'About Time'. We ventured out to the Everyman Cinema in Maida Vale, which is a really lovely art-house cinema with sofas instead of normal seats. However, us being us, we were late and we would have have to have sat in the front row and for £14.50 each, this was just not going to happen. Instead we went to the Tesco garage and bought a bottle of wine and went back to her flat (after first getting lost). Standard.

The next day I decided to gatecrash Jess's uni-friend gathering and hung out on the Southbank for the afternoon.

The beautiful and unexpected rooftop garden on the South Bank Center

Needless to say, I've had a pretty crazy/scary/amazing week, I've met some great people and I really hope for it to continue! Although I know I'm going to miss my family, friends, dog and beautiful countryside back home, I'm really excited to have finally started my career in PR. Bring it on London-bebs.

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