Well, that was interesting. We finally had our first real hiccup in our travels over the last 36 hours. Sandwiched somewhere between the fact that our hostess has six chickens and two dogs as pets who freely come in and out of the house, was the reality that she’s not located in the most practical/safe part of London for our time here.
Her house is beautiful. For real, it’s got crazy cool style; one that Laura and I would definitely like to incorporate into our own home. But we fell in love with the house when we found it and were slightly misled on the location. Lesson learned.
I can look past her kissing the chickens on the mouth/beak. I might even be willing to look past her dogs fighting loudly at 4:00 a.m. But one thing that’s hard to stomach is if we wanted to go out and explore, come back and freshen up, then go out again, it would be at least a total of three hours just in traveling, which includes a one-way walk of 15 minutes to get to the closest tube station…in kind of a fixer-upper neighborhood. We don’t have time for that.
I feel like she’s one of those people who bought a house in an ‘up-and-coming’ area and made it cool, but the area hasn’t gotten there yet…and may not ever get there.
So, as the man of my household, I had to buck up and have the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ conversation. I never thought I would have to have that conversation again since I met Laura, but I did. It went well, and being the self-proclaimed wordsmith that I am, I feel I was able to communicate our reasons for leaving without hurting feelings. When I got back to our bedroom Laura had her fingers in her ears because she couldn’t stand the awkward conversation. It was probably for the best.
So now, we’ve decided to cut our losses and move to the middle of London. Let’s just hope they don’t have live chickens running around, or I’ll feel like I have to make-out with them. And I don’t think my wife will be okay with that.
Ready for a good nights rest