Moving on/in

Idling along the high street on Sunday I stopped and gazed for a moment in the window of a lettings agent. In it I saw an advertisement for a small studio flat, and I briefly thought how pleasant it would be to have some space of my own.

I signed the lease the next day. From thought to action in one simple step.

It's a teeny studio flat and my own flat in Edinburgh is positively capacious by comparison. On the plus side, though, it's cheap and it's in a location that I'm very fond of (far more so than my current locale of Brentford, which is in the early throes of gentrification but has a long way to go yet). All the amenities I require are close at hand - the supermarket is just around the corner and the gym I attend is just a small step beyond. And I'll be near a tube station again. Two tube stations in fact - not having any other transport of my own, being in close proximity to a tube station is a huge plus.

The lease I signed is for six months. I originally wanted the lease to begin at the end of the month, but the lettings agent seemed terribly keen to persuade me to take it a week earlier. I doubted that his motives were entirely altruistic and I was tempted to stand my ground until I realised the start date he was proposing was June 25th. It ends six months later on December 25th. Christmas Day.

I will be home for Christmas.