The heart of London

Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I took one last look at my home town of Nottingham before boarding the train to London. At 15 I had started my youtube channel, never expecting to be as big as it had turned out to be and now that I was finally 18, I could move out of my parents home and share a flat with my best friend who had moved away the same year in 2013. Now, three years later we had both earnt enough money to buy an apartment together. 

As the train set off, I grinned, unable to wait for my new life of indipendance in the capital city. Checking my twitter, I sent out a tweet saying: Can't wait to get to London, moving into my new apartent! I'm just on the train now :D

Over the course of the journey, I amused myself by listening to music, scrolling through Tumblr and replying to some people on Twitter. A few people recognised me and asked for photographs , obliging, I smiled and had a chat with them until the train pulled into St Pancrass and I got off, pulling on my backpack and pulling along my large suitcase behind me. 

Hopping into a taxi, I arrived outside the apartment building and pressing the buzzer labelled '3a' I heard a faint buzzing sound then Nicole cautiously asking who was there.

"Nicole! It's me!" I grinned, laughing when I heard her scream and slam the door open. Seconds later, the front door flew open and I was nearly knocked over by the flying blonde slamming into me and squeezing me to death. "When did you get here?"

"Just about ten minutes ago! I managed to find the kettle, so we can have a cup of tea or something." She beamed, literally pulling me up the stairs to our flat. 

"How many bloody stairs can there be in one building?!" I huffed, dragging my luggage through the door and plonking it down on the sofa. "Have you chosen the rooms yet?" I asked, scanning my surroundings.

"No, I thought I'd do that when you got here... You can have the first pick, I need the loo."

Skipping through the rooms, I chose one overlooking the London landscape, picturing it alight in the night time; twinking and shimmering with all the electric lights. From all my past experiences from long weekends with my parents, London in the day and London in the night were two completely different scenes. 

As I dumped my stuff in my new room, I knew that this would be a new start in my life. And it was going to be the best one yet.