So. Arrived yesterday. Suitcase was 1kg under the limit and my dad will be bringing my other (bigger and heavier) suitcase when he comes here next week for my cousins baptism. Packing my life into 2 suitcases with a combined 43kg weight limit was no easy task. Although in a way it feels kind of cleansing.
Current living arrangements consist of me sleeping on a mattress in my aunts living room, and as the house is very open plan this doesn't leave much in the way of privacy. Finding my own place of residence is actually fairly low down on my list of things to do since i have to do all these things in order to be able to:
Open a bank account
Get a sim card
Get an identity card
Get a national insurance number
Get a travel card (similar to oyster system)
Get a job
After that i can find somewhere to live.
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