City Girl

Chapter 1

"I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it." Ah Carrie Bradshaw, she is the human representation of a Bible for women. Once again I was sat at home, re-watching 'Sex and the City' for the sixth time. How easy it was to relate to Carrie; young, gorgeous and forever single...well maybe not Carrie Bradshaw level of gorgeous, but I'd still like to keep my confidence levels at a decent level that keeps me sane from my loneliness. Of course, that's an exaggeration... or is it?

As the episode drew to an end, I sat here alone; a young girl entering the big city. I was really starting to find the similarities between myself and Carrie. As soon as I got into my university accommodation for the year, I started unpacking, eager to establish a life for myself. Two large duffle bags and three boxes later I had done it. Looking around my small yet spacious room, I could see it. Unfortunately I did have to share a bathroom and kitchen but they were really quite good, especially for London prices. My room was perfectly lit; both naturally and artificially. My mind ran out the endless Instagram opportunities. Okay, I'm extremely vain and superficial as one would say however, I really enjoy the art of oversharing!

Opening up my iPhone, I quickly made a note to buy some food and snacks for the kitchen, a few sets of fairy lights and some basics for the kitchen, as I noticed it was not stocked up on plates and cutlery. Guess that's extra expense to add to the brilliant cost of living as a student in London. I shoved my purse, headphones, tissues and phone into my bucket bag and pulled on my vans, before shutting the door behind me. Being up on the eight floor on the inner part of the building, I was away from the hustle and bustle of London, but it also made for a long lift ride.

Putting in my headphones, I cursed myself for not clearing up storage space on my phone. Now I'd have to wait until I was back to download the new Paramore album. Instead I had one of two choices of albums; Harry Styles or Walls. I also had a few random songs from Haim, Lana and other artists that I'd put in a new playlist and downloaded. That would be my choice for today.

Reaching the first floor that led outside, I passed through the doors and was surrounded by the noises of cars and street performers, amongst many other things. This would be my life from now on and I actually quite liked the sound of it. Using screenshots of Google Maps from earlier, I was eventually able to find my way to Chipotle. My dream was about to come true! Tomorrow, it'd be Taco Bell. Entering it matched up to all the expectations I ever had. Ordering a massive fat burrito, I sat down and let it burn my tongue off, because through all the pain of the spiciness that gorgeous taste tingled my taste buds.

After downing a gallon of water to get rid of the spiciness, I was along the West End. The bright lights shone down on me. At one point, I even passed Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, which I snapchatted and sent to my little sister within an instant. She's a Harry Potter fan if you couldn't tell. Honestly she's crazy about it all, while I still haven't even read the books! But one day when I'm not flat out loaded with school work!

On the way back home, I popped into Tesco and bought a couple of salads, some Doritos, Tangfastics and sweet and salted popcorn. Finishing up with a litre bottle of water and a litre bottle of Coca Cola and I was extremely satisfied. When I was two minutes up the road from my new home, I saw a Boots and practically bolted inside with my arms dragging behind me, from these extremely heavy bags that I'd been trying to get home with for the past half an hour. I guess I should've probably found a nearer Tesco. I quickly bought some hair bobbles and a couple of nail polishes, while successfully avoiding the makeup section, before I killed my bank balance. By the time I got to the lifts that would take me up to my floor, I was sweating like a pig. The doors dinged and, I kid you not, a flock of gorgeously hot MEN exited the lifts, while seeing me at my actual worst. God must hate me. I have the hottest neighbours ever and THIS is their first impression of me? Fuck my actual life. I'm going to actually be single forever. Out they walked from my life, never to be seen again, until tomorrow morning probably. Sulking my way up to my room, I shoved everything onto my shelves in the fridges and cupboards and locked them, taking my Doritos and water back to my bed, ready to sulk my way to sleep.