movin' out

I love Billy Joel. I discovered this while backpacking around Germany and some neighbouring countries—Belgium, but who cares about Belgium? Give me some waffles and let's move on, right?—and I've never looked back. I will love him oooh-oooh-oooh, for the longest time. Or until my friends read this and mock me into submission. Laughter: enforcing social norms and stopping me from liking weird stuff since 2000 BCE ("hahaha... now pray" - Jesus). Anyway, that's really just an explanation for the title of this post more than anything anyone wanted to read about at all.

The main point is: I have a new flat and she is a beaut! I live with three other "young professionals" ('other' might be a bit much, basically I am a boxcar hobo/benevolent squatter living amongst three young professionals) who are all lovely and explained our downstairs neighbour to me thusly: "She's... fine. There's just a ... smell." She apparently also once described her younger son to my flatmate Adam as "Straight as a dyke." We think perhaps she meant like, straight as a levee used to transport water from one place to another, or perhaps she meant "I'm insane and hilarious!". Either way, point taken and I am looking forward to meeting her, instead of just passing the pram she found on the street that she carries her groceries in.

Pretty much that's my exact moving experience.
I'm the one in the middle, throwing my chubby little hands in the air in jubilant victory.
Also, this image is from the website "urbandaddies.com".

Mainly I am excited to cook in a kitchen not coated in a constant, mysterious layer of 'sticky'. Goodbye Wolfson House, you are a big pile of garbage. Literally, the main entrance to my old residence was located in Guy's Hospital's truck receiving parking lot, instead of facing the perfectly normal street, and was therefore surrounded by hospital garbage. Safe and nice. On the bright side, they promised not to charge me for the tons of mold that grew on the walls and ruined several of my books and articles of clothing. Such kindness.

Exciting: there is a cupcake cookbook in our flat (there's also a terrace, a really good shower, A BIDET, and a kitchen that looks like the set of a Jamie Oliver television show, but whatever) and I plan on giving it a proper try. Earl Grey cupcakes anyone? COME VISIT.