Lucky

I’ve been thinking recently about moving house. On Friday I had my flat valued, we bought it a year ago, and the estate agent reckons it is now worth £60,000 more. Sixty grand!!! This is madness, I mean it’s not my sixty grand as my parents own the majority, but to think I am living in this beautiful flat worth such an extortionate amount of money, rent free, makes me feel like a very lucky girl indeed. Trouble is, I am in North London and the majority of my friends are in the south. God knows why as it’s so much more beautiful up here, but I do sometimes feel a little bit stranded. Today, for example, I have spent approximately three hours in the car driving to and from C’s. I love the thought of being so close to friends that you can just ‘pop in’ for a cuppa and a chat, without having central London traffic to contend with, which routinely makes me road-rageous (I just made that word up – how cool is that!), and so angry I fear I may burst blood vessels. My friends are all so spread about the country though, I wonder if I will ever be in the position to live out this little dream I have, in which all of my favourite people are close by. I don’t really get lonely, and I always have friends in my flat with me, but they’ve normally made a special journey to get here. My flat is a happy place, I was thinking earlier that I could probably count on one hand the number of times I’ve cried in this flat, considering it’s been ten months I think that’s pretty good going. I think I just need to make more friends in this area, I’m just not so sure how to go about doing that.

I had a text from investment banker on Friday night, it said ‘hey londongirl, I hope they didn’t have too much trouble getting you out last night?! (of the strip club) I was just wondering if you still want to go out for dinner some time? Investment banker x’. I haven’t replied. For one, it was sent on Friday night at 11.30, I was out dancing with some old friends in West London, and two, I have absolutely no idea what to say. I don’t know if I want to go out with him or not. That’s a lie, I know I don’t really want to, but there’s a little voice somewhere in my head that is telling me to stop being judgemental and that I should give it and him a chance.