we've been in london for almost 2 months now. funnily enough, it already feels like home.
i haven't missed perth as much as i thought i would, but let's be honest, i miss my dog-child like crazy. we talk about him every day and wonder what he's been up to (apparently he now has a pig friend at uwa - ??!?). and i do miss my family and friends - popping over to my parents' where i know there will always be a scrumptious meal and calling up those friends that you know will always be availble to see a movie or have a cofee with you.
we've settled in so easily to london life (#londonlyf): we have a weekly routine of cooking, cleaning and food shopping; we know the main tube routes and which trains to catch without having to consult the maps; we know which soups at m&s are the best flavours and which ones to avoid; we know where to get a great coffee; and we know never to trust the weather forecast and to always be prepared.
i've noticed that living in a big city means a slight change of pace and a readjustment of expectations. in perth, we hardly did any walking and drove everywhere. come to think of it, this blows my mind considering we have some of the best weather in the world. i would often drive to the nearest supermarket, when it would have taken me less than 10 minutes to walk there. here in london we don't have a car and everything takes at least 30-45 minutes to get to. walking is just part of your daily routine. i walk up 10 flights of stairs every day to catch the train and i'm not fazed one bit.
we now eat dinner at about 8:30pm (when the sun is still out!) because we finish work a little later and it takes us a little longer to get home; we happily sardine with just about the whole of london into the trains, where one is met with a diverse range of offensive smells; and there is annoyingly at least one tube line down every weekend. it's dirty, it's crowded and there needs to be more grass and trees but i couldn't be happier.