Oh why, Oh why would I wanna be anywhere else....
So last month I think it was, one of my best friends, the very talented designer Ms. Ciara Killalea, put up a post on facebook about her roommate moving out and how she had a room going. In her flat. In London. So I thought to myself fuck it, why not? And I told her I'd take the room.
So last week I booked my flight (one way too, very scary) on Aer Lingus. I wasn't going to risk going with RyanAir and having them break my heart with all the hidden charges.
So I have my deposit paid, and the flat is in Brixton, "drug capital of London" according to wikipedia! But I grew up in Ennis, so it can't be much worst than that.
Can't wait to just finish up with college, this year hasn't been great to be honest, so a change of scenery is most definitely needed.
And here's my lovely future digs!