|Neighbours cat outside my current flat|
So I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, meaning I'm (arguably) entering my late 20's. It's also my last day at Wiley, a company I've worked for since I graduated over 5 and a half years ago. The last couple of weeks have been full of the realities of getting an awesome new job:
- I've handed in my notice
- Started working on handover documents for my replacement (not great terminology)
- Putting things into storage at my parents
- Sorted renting my flat (little bro is moving in)
- Arranged leaving do's
- and lastly... found somewhere to live!
The problem with room hunting is similar to the stereotypical problems with personal ads and online dating (heck maybe with life itself): People Lie. A double room, does not always mean a double room. Live out landlord might also be a half truth. However fourth time lucky and I've found what looks like a great flat share in a prime location living with three other girls who seem lovely :)
I am going to miss my flat though.