"Quaint" quarters bring a new understanding

In my last post, I discussed the feeling of home associated with London. Still, I have developed a feeling while at home that doesn’t have such a positive connotation. Quaint has a new meaning when you have three flatmates and about 300 square feet of space. (I could have put that in metric system units, but it wouldn’t have been nearly as poetic.)

Anyway, just as with anything, I always try to make the best of a situation. I analyze it and think of what can be done to make it better. Practical? Yes. Exciting? No. What I’ve concluded is this- tiny space leaves you feeling unsettled. It’s brilliant because you actually want to get out and see the city. And that is exactly what Londoners do, to be quite frank.

In the states, I’m very accustomed to being comfortable. I “settle in,” “hunker down,” and hibernate quite often. My grand, welcoming living room and giant television screen allow for it, encourage it even. Yet, in London I can’t be lazy. Not when there are elephants traipsing about in the parks or football fans spilling out into the streets, like they were last night.

Of course, there will be plenty of critics who comment (and I welcome those comments!) and tell me that I’m in London and of course I’m going to want to go out into such a vibrant city and see all that I can. But really, isn’t that what life is all about?