When I got home last night I had a new email in my inbox. It was a reply on my reply on one of the many many ads I've seen. A woman called Shari had two rooms to let in a flat in Camden. I told P about the ad over breakfast, surprisingly good sliced whole grain bread with various spreads and very necessary coffee, and went out to take a look at it. The 214 bus to Highgate Village took me there in less than twenty minutes and I got off somewhere in Camden. I found my way to the flat and got a superb feeling about it.
I took the same bus back and thought about yesterday's viewings on my way home, thought about the likelihood to get picked by the nice Camden flat, about how the girl whose room I would get was taking all her furniture with her, and about how the place was actually too expensive to begin with. I compared this one to the one other good one with the three wardrobes and ended up thinking about the commute again. Soon I arrived and found myself struggling to pay attention to anything else, I was quite stuck with that last one.
P took a few days off work and was meeting a friend from New York today. He asked me if I cared to tag along and I was more than happy to go. On our way to the station I told him about the place, that it was close to school, affordable and in a nice spot. The room was well-furnished and left many possibilities to customize it the way I want it to look. He said it sounded really good, and I think by the time I stopped talking I had already made up my mind. I was quite convinced, but I had a few more hours before I had to make a binding decision.
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