Before you scroll down for parts 1 and 2 let me just establish that they do not exist, not even as drafts. Any attempt to search for them will be fruitless and dull.
I moved today into my own little studio flat nearish the river, walking distance from an underground station, cinema and 24 hr tescos and cycling distance from uni (these were important criteria on which the decision process was based).
Today also coincidently marks the start of my descent into brokeness. You may have guessed that the two are related.
I'm hoping that the expense will be worth it - so far my neighbours have shown no psychotic tendances, no antisocial behaviour, and no "in your business" over friendliness. Its peaceful. There is a park opposite the block leaving me no excuse not to get my ass into gear and run. I've definitely been slacking and its beginning to show.
So I'm gonna be keeping my eyes open for money saving deals, scamming dinner invitations off unsuspecting friends and family, and definitely spending every sunday at Mum's for that roast and apple crumble goodness (you see why the running is necessary).
Hope this goes well!