I've just survived the first night in London as a working migrant in the small rented room.
Of course, yesterday I've got lost (as always) and wandered around London for a several hours, rolling my old luggage bag through the streets with a surprised face.... however, this time I was able to find myself and sort out things faster, than I did when I arrived here for the first time (in the last year). But those times I lived in a hotel and I had an exact program of the conference I've attended, and everything was organized..
And now I'm here completely by myself, looking at everything with displeased and at the same time sad and perplexed eyes.
P.S. I've drawn the character sheet of Grace in the aircraft, but due to the turbulence it turned out to be... not the best character sheet, so to say.