Living by yourself is a novel experience
Plans to get early nights are soon forgotten
You begin hearing your alarm after only sleeping 2 hours a little too often...
The number of unread emails you acquire if you dare take a day off to move in properly:
Maybe you will even re-invent yourself as easygoing?
Discovering the ridiculously annoying lesbians who also inhabit the city
After a week of hitting London bars
When you have to decide between buying wine or food
'I will stop drinking and eat healthy crap instead'
Optimistic fitness regimes appear
So some things will never change
Especially when you think about how much your rent now costs
Or have a dull networking event to get through
Or when you entertain guests in your new flat
But you realise you will actually take more care of yourself by saying 'screw healthy'
Pride in your achievement of coping in London brings your ego to a new level
You learn to navigate crossing streets during London rush-hour traffic
You learn to deal with frustration at tourists standing on the wrong side of the underground escalators
You make lots of new London friends
And even learn to think like a true Londoner
You're pretty sure you're living the dream
Fuck yeah you moved to London!
London may have taken all your money and patience for people...
So a final message from me: