My new flat in London

The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it’s already gone.

Three days ago, my wife and I moved into our new London apartment. It’s a one-bedroom flat on the ground floor, with our own entrance, and a small patio, large enough to plant flowers and put some garden furniture. Nothing fancy. It came unfurnished. And, because we’re young and strapped for cash, we use two pillows to sit on instead of a couch and dine on the floor, while binge-watching Friends on my MacBook that sits on a stack of books I bought from…