I Live in London, Not in a Movie

In case you were wondering, here are two ways my life is not like a movie....

Public transportation. I'd say 'nough said, but it's not enough said if you don't know what it entails. Think crowds and crowds of people. Nasty brake dust in the tube and never averaging more than 10 miles an hour. Seriously. It takes me 45 minutes to get to my nearest friends' house. In the states, it'd take me less than 4.5 minutes.


Lack of modern conveniences: aka a clothes dryer. Our tiny flat constantly looks like a laundromat with clothes strewn about everywhere. You have to time the washing of "intimates" to make sure people won't be over at your place before they can dry. We also don't have a dishwasher, nor insulated walls, nor double paned windows, nor proper heating, nor AC.