The first two weeks of London life.

So here I am, week 2 into the next years of my life, sitting on an uncomfortable couch of an expensive to rent apartment in the middle of London City.  The apartments are directly outside Liverpool Street and could not be in a better location to don your London boots and stamp around the city.  On one side is the East end and the other the financial district, which should symbolically have train tracks to separate the two because it is that obvious when each district ends and begins.  I like it.

The jet lag took a week or so.  It's amazing how cloudy and drowsy you can feel, yet awake up with all hairs on end at 4am in the morning - days in a row.  After one week of jet lag, all goes back into place.  Humans were never built to travel this quickly.  

I think I have spent the time well so far, catching up with friends, thanks to secret surprise get togethers arranged by Will.  Plus this is the perfect postion to be in to freely sight-see around London, I don't know when I'll have such a luxury again in my life, best to make sure use of it and waste none of it.

To end my first post, I found a fantastic quote today by Dr Samuel Johnson "To be bored with London is to be bored with life itself."