Relocation without happy integration...

Recently I have relocated, (just until January, thank god), and I FUCKING HATE IT!

You see, I was used to a city centre apartment with a fifteen minute walk to work... Well, NOT ANYMORE!

I now have a fifteen minute walk down an incredibly steep hill, followed by a forty minute train ride topped with a further twenty minute walk from the station.

Imagine the journey as a shit-cake. That's right, a cake made out of shit. You wouldn't want to eat it, and why? Because it's MADE OUT OF SHIT!!

There are some good points about the situation, probably, I just don't know them yet. I suppose the £100 a month I'll be paying on travel beats the £250+ a month I don't have to spend on rent...

So if we revert back to the cake analogy, my relocation and the subsequent fart of a journey is like shit covered in pretty pink icing... It looks good but once you cut into it you realise that it is in fact, mainly shit...

OOpus