nearly settled

I've arrived, but only in the most literal sense of the word. A longish taxi ride with a cab driver who was eager to tell me about his son's learning dissabilities and his daughter's excessive drinking habits but who was so very dear and drove me all about campus while I tried to figure out where to lug my bags. Chesterman house, as it turns out, is a little...how shall we say...displaced from the rest of campus. Perhaps it's just that no one has returned from Christmas break yet, but I could very well be the only one living there. Without internet. *whimper*

The view is nothing like that in Regents park with those great white windows that open out onto the green; here I'm on the first floor and it looks out into, um, an alley, I think. Truth be told I actually haven't been through to explore the campus itself yet, only to drive around it in the taxi. It's far different from Marleybone, I think on their website Goldsmiths refers to it as "an ethnic neighborhood", not grand by any means but a sweet little section of the city- not touristy in the least- populated by mostly Internet cafes, vintage boutiques and a smattering of Indian and Chinese places - the one I'm most eager to try is called Uncle Wrinkle's.

Oh! And I've got a phone number: 07951502370dunno what you need to dial ahead of it, country code or whatnot, but there it is.

I'm off to scavenge for food, and a pillow for my currently sheetless bed. Peter- your coat was a lifesaver. Emma- the packing tape came in handy for reasons other than sentimental ones, Mum...the poncho is still in the suitcase. Love you anyway.