The Missing Gem

05 | Magic Beans

Nicole

The plan for today was pretty simple - put on my favorite sweats, clean up the apartment and organize all the stuff I brought with me. That meant hanging my clothes, checking out the TV service, placing some framed pictures on the nightstand, cooking some food or just ordering something. 

When I got home last night I only had time to take a shower and to crash the bed after putting on some sheets that I brought from Los Angeles with me.

Lesson number one after moving to London: thin, bed sheets from the West Coast aren't going to keep me warm at night.

Lesson number two after moving to London: do not sleep in until eleven o'clock in the morning if you want to do something with your time. 

After putting my hair up in a messy bun and changing from my pajamas to my grey, comfortable sweats, and after rambling out loud by myself about how stupid I was for not putting my alarm clock on when I went to bed the night before, I decided to actually start doing something.

"Well, I guess I should start with ordering a pizza 'cause I ain't cooking breakfast at this time." I said as I picked up my iPhone and googled the best pizza places to order from in London.

I was looking out the window, admiring the wet leafs on the ground as I spoke on the phone with the operative on the line, who sounded like a thirteen year old girl. 

"How many ingredients do you want?"

"Just a pepperoni pizza."

"Ma'am you have to pick out the ingredients for your pizza."

Ma'am ??? Who the hell does that kid think she is to call me ma'am ?! 

"Look, it's just pepperoni pizza. I want pepperoni and cheese." I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying my best not to lose my temper with a child.

Do they not know what a fucking pepperoni pizza is in the UK?

"Alright. You can expect your order in about thirty minutes."

"Thank you." I said dryly before hanging up the call and tossing my phone across the bed.

 * * *

"So, I take it you're not exactly loving it there?" My best friend sounded confuse, perplex... Not quite believing me as I told her my recent events.

"No, I am! God, Diane, everything is so beautiful. Of course I only came to that conclusion now that there is actual daylight outside. Not a lot of it though, it's pretty cloudy."

It's London. That was expected, right?

After eating my pizza that turned out to be better than I hoped after that controversial conversation on the phone with the delivery service, I managed to clean the whole apartment and unpack everything I had brought across the Atlantic with me, but not without multiple breaks to reply to some texts or to skip some songs on the playlist that was blasting through the house.

"It's your first day, you're still not having all the fun you should and will be having. I guarantee you you'll be calling me in like three weeks saying you never want to come back."