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This Tuesday within only a couple of hours of property inspection I decided to rent a flat located somewhere close to the place I'm staying now. The agent first took us to a flat near Marylebone station. It was still under construction, but said to be in its glamorous state in a week. The rooms were merely OK, nothing really spectacular, but the fact that it was on the ground floor with pedestrians peeking at you like animals in the zoo kinda bothered me. So off we went to the second destination on Gloucester Place. This place was beneath the horizon, the deepest dungeon of hell... well, not that bad, but still. I don't fancy living in basements at all for how does one get to photosynthesise? Plus T sort of mentioned something about curb crawling!? Then at last we arrived at our future lodge. I fell in love with the two-storey flat instantly because of its proximity to my old place, and living in this area means that I don't have to make a hassle to commute. Judging from the history of my dwelling places, I tend to nest in flats close to everywhere I need to go. After giving a cursory glance at each room, it was a 'yes'.