London 09/11/1989 Thursday
We have a place to live and we start moving tomorrow. Carmen is due to arrive tomorrow too. My mum went to see it on her own, so I don’t know what I’ll be moving into. All I know is that it’s one-bedroom, split level, on the Piccadilly Line, near Arsenal Station. It’s a 3 storey house, the owner is a Jamaican lady, we live on the mid level, and upstairs a brazilian couple. I don’t get how on a 3 storey house, each with their own floor, our flat has 2 floors? I’ll find out tomorrow because my mother’s descriptions aren’t very trustworthy.
First romantic scene in London: this one was cinematographic! I was going to Euston to buy cigarettes and change some money to 10p coins for the electricity meter. I was walking down the stairs and there was a guy on his way up. It was something…. He walked up slowly and I, who was running down, suddenly slowed right down when I saw him. And then we wouldn’t take his blue eyes off mine and I was staring back. When we walked past each other I couldn’t handle it and looked down. He was gorgeous. What a magic moment that was. It made my day.
I made a study entitled self-portrait and the photos were ready yesterday. I took all the photos and they are ok. Well, I thought they were great, my mum said they were ‘reasonable’ She knows about photos a lot more than I do. I’m doing another one, in black and white next time.
I keep trying to write to people, but after a few sentences I run out of things to say, I lose steam. I hope I can write again when we move.