a free pass
I love London. I love everything about London.
Except the prices (although I guess I can’t complain about the current exchange rate).
And the fact that the drizzle sometimes never seems to end (which means my hair is even more uncontrollable than usual.)
Oh, and the fact that Ali and Maya help out EVEN LESS than they do in NYC.
Not sure why they think that being in London gives them a free pass, but they do.
They throw their stuff everywhere, they don’t put their dishes away, they expect me to do laundry every 5 minutes, and at one point I even scraped something sketchy off the kitchen floor.
(Nobody took responsibility for the sketchy item so this is still a mystery.)
Ali and Maya left a day earlier than me (somehow the three of us are never on the same flight). This led to me embarking on another fury of laundry, cleaning, and organizing.
And after the dust settled, and I sat back to enjoy the quiet and very orderly flat, all I could think about was the fact that I actually missed them.
So I guess I can’t live with them, but can’t live without them?