Room hunting is not really fun. I am moving into a London hostel this week in order to be closer for looking at places, not to mention closer to work, but I'll be sad to leave Russ's place. It's so nice to have the companionship, I feel comfortable here. But it's too far out to househunt properly. Hopefully it will only take me a week to find a place and get moved in... there is a lot out there.

I did look at one place this week, but it was a dump. I need a place to live but I still have my standards... and it wasn't even that cheap either. I'm not expecting home sweet home, but it would be nice to feel like I could walk barefoot on the carpet, and not catch anything. I'm feeling positive about next week though, and seeing more places, being closer and more flexible.

I think I'm finding my feet. I still love my job, and sometimes that's what sustains me here when it all feels too hard. I talked to the head of my department yesterday about working there for longer, if a position came up after my temp contract finished, and she was quite positive about it. I also got my first pay yesterday! I felt like a real Londoner, being paid in pounds, into my UK bank account. Not such a tourist anymore.

It's so warm here today, and it's nice to just take it easy after fighting the crowds at peak time in London. It's hard to believe I've only been here for 2 weeks now, it feels like so much longer already.