...or the new Smith Street, or the new Fairloch Avenue...just like my other moves I have managed to set up a new life for myself. I have a nice flat, new job, some lovely friends, and even maybe a nice guy (if such a thing exists, may just be a figment of my frozen brains imagination). The whole thing has given me more confidence - that I can do whatever and go wherever, and I will be ok.
So I am living in Bermondsey, in a very clean, very warm, pretty safe flat, with an irish guy and a Canadian girl, both of whom have gone out of their way to try and help me get over my homesickness and introduce me to their friends. The flat is across the road from a big park, ten minutes from a supermarket and shopping centre (reminiscent of Dapto mall, but still), and ten minutes from the Tube. The tube line goes straight into the city, so it is very convenient. There are also really nice places within walking distance, such as Tower Bridge, which is very picturesque, especially at night.
I have gotten myself a job in the policy directorate of the Crown Prosecution Service, which is a good way to continue my public service career I think. It is convenient to my flat also, only two Tube stops, and then I walk ten minutes to my office (which includes a nice walk across the Thames). The office is right down the street from St James Cathedral and I can walk to Covent Garden/Leicester Square etc, etc.
It's a very quiet office, full of English Lawyers...and I am not very quiet, so I got told off on my second day. (Not just me, me and the other noisy Australian that I have befriended, Shauna). However, when I went to the Directors office, and she said 'So, I hear you are getting into trouble already?', she said she thinks the office needs livening up, that I should ignore the complainers and that I shouldn't be quiet at all!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAA. So, although it isn't the fun, lively environment I got used to at Finance, I think Shauna and I can make fun for ourselves...(helped by the chocolate fudge cake they sell next door to which I think I am now addicted...is cake another word for crack? Because in the beginning it took me a whole afternoon to eat a piece, it was so rich, but now one piece is just not enough at all, and today when they had no cake left, I swear I was shaking...)
What else have I been up to? Last weekend I went out door ice skating with Shauna and Nicholas. I did not fall down once, therefore did not have to experience my nightmare of falling over and having my fingers run over and cut off by someones ice skates. There were a lot of other people falling over though, and threatening to pull me down, but if that had happened I would have ripped off my skates and cut them up.
I have also recently been to the Tate modern, the Natural history museum, and got taken to the stage show of the Producers in the West End...which was lovely.
Now I am working and saving so that I can go on some travels... and then I will be able to write some more posts.
Good times.
