We both sleep naked. This is what we've established on the first night in 313. Our new home, our little flat on the top floor of an old terraced house in Clapham, next to the railway line,across from the park, opposite another row of houses full of people and children and dogs and blinds that don't quite close.
The naked sleepers are myself and my oldest and dearest friend. We do not sleep naked in the same bed, we are purely platonic best friends. We have known each other since we were 6 years old and have always dreamt of one day living the London dream in a perfect little flat - away from the sensible world of living at home, where meals are provided - yet must be attended, parents are interested - but always want to chat and where you can never really host a whole bunch of noisy, tipsy, overexcited friends on a Friday night. So we've moved out.
It's been a fairly speedy process - granted, the number of people has changed from 3 to just us 2, the area has changed several times and we've seen our fair share of squalid, over priced box rooms. From start to finish though, the "project" which ended up with us sitting here in 313 probably took about 6 months. We've now bitten the bullet and entered the world of independence, real living and paying council tax. We couldn't be happier. Celebrations were had whilst sitting on boxes of possessions, drinking a mini bottle of champagne, toasting a new start, a new chapter for us both and a shared flat that already feels like home.
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