WHY I CHOOSE TO LIVE IN LONDON HOSTELS (instead of renting)
I wrote last month that I was moving out of hostel life and renting in North London. Things really did get fucked up when I went from Edmonton Green to Golders Green. When I moved into my room in Golders Green there was just a mattress base.
6 hours later I got a mattress. I never ended up getting curtains in my room because I never bothered buying some.
I feel out with the wanker landlord/agent at ONE ROOM because of the following.
I was never given any tenancy agreement
When he came to collect my rent money on a Sunday afternoon, he never showed up
I left 210 quid in my locked bedroom on a Monday morning. Hours later the landlord showed up and told me via WHATSAPP there was no cash
So the solution to the problem is one of my fucking chain-smoking, immigrant prick, fascist, non-English speaking, European housemates had broken into my room and stolen the money or my landlord took the money and lied to me.
I hurled abuse at this immigrant prick landlord as I told him to go fuck himself. I moved out the next day at 9 am and I went to live in a sterile hostel in Kilburn for a week.
I never had any problems with any of my housemates. I didn't care if they were Bulgarian-Turk, English, Italian. They were not jerk's, they never said or did anything bad. I moved out of that house because ONE ROOM is the most stupidest letting agency in the whole of London.
There is so much BULLSHIT involved when you rent anywhere in the world. You don't always have to pay a bond or a deposit to move in. There's always some jargon like agency fees, contract fees.
When I lived in Birmingham on my 1st and 3rd time, there was no jargon. I was a lodger in Bearwood in 2015 and in 2017 I paid 100 quid and I stayed in this house in Quinton for 4 months.
After I got bashed in Birmingham, worked a day in St.Mawes and went from END TO END. I was going to move back into Birmingham in May 2017. But by the end of the month, I was fed up with nobody in town giving me a fucking job, I was sick of having to spend Saturday nights sleeping at Victoria Coach Station and I was fed up with Birmingham.
You all know I arrived in London on the 2nd of June 2017. Four months on I am still living in youth hostels in London. I'm about to stay in my 6th hostel overall this month and it really doesn't bother me that I don't have a room to myself, or I am sharing a dorm room with 7 or 29 other people.
London Dorm beds go from 5-7 quid on a weekday and maybe 13 quid on a Friday or Saturday night. I book a block of 14 days in one hostel. After my 14 days are up I will return to the same hostel after I have spent another 14 days in a different one.
As I said on this blog back in September 2016
I have recently grown to like London. On my last day in the UK, I spent all of that day just walking around central London carrying my backpack. When I left London I told myself that If I ever went back I would reside in a London HOSTEL for a whole month.
I have loved living in London since I moved here. Birmingham only ever gave me cheap rent, an Anglican Church, a fuckload of job rejections and a bullshit job in Stafford.
The thing is I don't want to be tied down in London with property crap, renting, bills, contracts.
After 11 months inside the UK common Travel Zone (since 7th December 2016). I am finally leaving the UK in November for 2 weeks to explore the Caucasus region. Its where Europe meets Asia and vice versa.
With a great paying job in London, I plan to go abroad every 3 months for 2 weeks. All I need to do is to prebook my London Hostel accommodation in advanced.
Since I have been living in London Hostels, I have started to become very fond of the areas I live in. Allot of people know me so damn well in North East London I bloody well am building up friendships