Terrible rose, house on one's own and my ass.

The pursuit of happiness have just bitten me in the ass.

I remember being super excited about living just a train away from London and having a room on my own. That was last September.

I’m back here and even though I have a house on my own (shared with 3 course mates) it feels bad. No. Powerless and numb.

I’m not sure if it’s just the inconvenience of not being able to reach Trafalgar Square on foot in less than 30 min. Our tenancy began yesterday and I already feel trapped. The next year of my life is so easy to foresee right now. I already feel bored…

In as an attempt of convincing myself that Central is not that great anyway I made this list.

The most disappointing places to see in London:

•  Kings Cross Station

No. There is no connection to Hogwarts.

• 2.       Portobello Market

Street food in Camden is much better and Oxfam Books is closed on Sunday.

And no. Hugh Grant no longer works in that bookstore. And it doesn’t really matter, cause I’m not Julia Roberts anyway.

• 3.      Leicester Square

The only place where career status defines the perception. I would enjoy it much more if I were walking down the red carpet in a designer dress as a successful filmmaker. Alternatively Kit Harrison’s date.

But being a part of a crowd sucks.

And yes. Bring your lighter. It takes up to 20 min to spot another smoker there.

As you may guess I’m drinking. Alone. No. With my laptop. The worst rose ever. The only grocery I had time and attitude to buy.

Soudtrack of my new room:

Note to myself: don't put a full glass on the bed. It smells like bad rose now.