There is something I want to reminiscent about) My life in London.
There were some good times, there were some bad times, there were some really really shitty ones.
They all come up quite vividly in my mind from the first day I stepped on the land of Great Britain from the Dublin ferry.
Boy, I wasn't even scared though I came to the country alone completely, pretty broke and dazed. While still in Ireland I picked a newspaper, called the guy who posted the advertisement for sending parcels asked him if he knew anybody who rented apartments in London and asked the man I never saw to meet me in Victoria Station in 2 days) (I cant believe how reckless or apparently desperate I get sometimes!!!!!!!) I loved Ireland very much, met some amazing people there but I knew that you gotta be an idiot not to go to London while you have a slightest chance to do it!
So there I am shivering in Victoria Station, a bit shocked that I finally arrived here, looking out for a dude who might look like the one who is supposed to meet me (haha can you tell how anybody looks like by the voice only?). The nice middle aged man approached me and turned out that was the guy. He drove me to his cousin who had a room for me in a big house to rent with 2 Russians, 1 Pole, 2 Brazilians, and 1 Czech (in the 4 zone!!!!, but you can't complain) . I layed on my bed and for the first time acknowledged where I was and what was I going to do! Next to come...
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There were some good times, there were some bad times, there were some really really shitty ones.
They all come up quite vividly in my mind from the first day I stepped on the land of Great Britain from the Dublin ferry.
Boy, I wasn't even scared though I came to the country alone completely, pretty broke and dazed. While still in Ireland I picked a newspaper, called the guy who posted the advertisement for sending parcels asked him if he knew anybody who rented apartments in London and asked the man I never saw to meet me in Victoria Station in 2 days) (I cant believe how reckless or apparently desperate I get sometimes!!!!!!!) I loved Ireland very much, met some amazing people there but I knew that you gotta be an idiot not to go to London while you have a slightest chance to do it!
So there I am shivering in Victoria Station, a bit shocked that I finally arrived here, looking out for a dude who might look like the one who is supposed to meet me (haha can you tell how anybody looks like by the voice only?). The nice middle aged man approached me and turned out that was the guy. He drove me to his cousin who had a room for me in a big house to rent with 2 Russians, 1 Pole, 2 Brazilians, and 1 Czech (in the 4 zone!!!!, but you can't complain) . I layed on my bed and for the first time acknowledged where I was and what was I going to do! Next to come...
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