finding myself missing the tiny little london apartment that was just close enough to the underground that you could hear the trains running by
not quite sure why I'm so nostalgic for this shiddy little place all of a sudden, it had like nothing going on for it other than the fact that it was right in the middle of camden town, and even then I never really left the building
a single hot plate and a microwave for all cooking options, a shower built in to the toilet so that everything would be wet for hours afterward, a horribly uncomfortable slab bed built into the coldest part of the wall facing the smallest outdoor patio area where rowdy students would shout all night
but the sound of the trains though, ougbh...