I'm Living at a Summer Camp

Top 11 Reasons Why I'm Living at a Summer Camp:

1. It's cold in my house. Very cold (except when it's hot outside, then it's hot in my house). Even my fellow renters who've lived here for years are walking around with their winter parkas on when it's in the upper 40s outside, so I'm not just some wuss from California. I can't wait for the winter time when it gets even colder.
2. I hand wash all my dishes because there is no dishwasher.
3. Windows are constantly open, which is probably part of the cause for item 1. One roommate likes fresh air, but bundles up herself. Hummm... Anyway, this has resulted in: a GIANT spider and a GIANT moth in the bathroom. The spider I got the guts to throw out the window with a piece of paper [shudder]. I couldn't sleep leaving it be, just in case it dropped on my head from the ceiling the next morning while I was in the shower [shudder]. The moth prevented me from using the toilet last night before bed. I wasn't about to be trapped in a small room with a locked door in such a vulnerable position with that beast flying around my head...
4. The toilet seat is very, very cold (see item 3) and gives me goosebumps when I need to use it. Sorry for the detail, but it needed to be said.
5. My shower is tiny, and uses a portable water heater, kind of like the ones you stick a quarter in every 5 minutes for hot water.
6. I hang my clothes to dry, which means they're always damp, cold and stiff when they're clean. I'm beginning to think that washing clothes is optional.
7. Most of the lighting consists of old florescent bulbs; you can hear them slightly buzzing when they're on.
8. Every sink has two faucets: one for hot and one for cold. The hot one usually burns you after about 10 seconds, so I often wash my hands/face with cold water.
9. I still feel like I'm living out of a suitcase: every attempt to "move in" or "clean my room" really just means reshuffling my two boxes of things, or reorganizing my pile of clothes that have no place to go.
10. My mattress is oooold. While it's better than a 2" piece of foam like when you're out in the woods, I can feel the springs. For those of you who have followed my blog, you know I have an obsession for comfortable bedding.
11. There is a mouse in the kitchen. Seriously. It's not that scared of people either. Seriously.

Reason #11 evidenced itself tonight. [Shudder]

PS: I know this may sound like I'm complaining, and I sort of am, but there are still plenty of good things about being here in London. I'll save that for another post :)