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London tomorrow

I traveled from Milton Keynes to London all last week. After one busy extremely stressful week I have a job and a place to live. I will take the train tomorrow to London. I will live with six other guys in a cheap flat share in North London (Wood Green). The new job is in marketing and administration for a language school in North London. They will train me. Still a lot of stress ahead. Gotta breathe deep. New job with lots of new things to learn. The new flat is quite messy and old and the room is very small but it is very cheap for London (£240/month) so at least it is a start. I can survive until my first paycheck. The downside is that I won't have any internet :-( I am going to try to get a pay as you go plan. Means I have to top it up a lot. £15 for 100 hours. Limited hours on the internet so will have to plan carefully.

So off I go . . . no idea what can happen . . . .

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