Two and a half years ago, I moved to London for a new job; in two weeks time, I'll be moving out to a small town in the country, defeated.
I love London, and I'm not tired of it yet, but I am tired of trying to live in London. This is the story of the three flat rentals I've had in north London, and the dysfunction, exploitation, and misanthropy I've encountered in two of them.
It's also the story lasting friendship, a girl losing her mind, and a flat with skirting board mushrooms. (more…)