As soon as I was off of my plane, I went straight to the baggage claim area to get my suitcase. As soon as I did that, I headed for the front of the airport, thinking over my schedule for the day.
Bored plane, check.
Get off plane, check.
Get bags, check.
Find a motel…
Oh god… I still need to find a motel! I went straight to the nearest information booth and asked where the nearest motel was. Luckily, there was one about five miles from here! Far, but not too far. I'm definitely not walking. I guess I'll take a cab. I need to convert my dollars into pounds first…
After stopping by the bank inside of the airport, I headed outside to the road and caught a cab.

"Where to, miss?"

"Um, Lucky Eight Motel, please?"

"Sure thing." He said, and with that, we were off. It's only twelve o'clock. As soon as I get to that motel, I need to find a myself a home.

As soon as the cab stopped, I looked out the window. Oh god. I'm definitely going to need to find a place soon. This place looks like where men would bring prostitutes, or where people would hold drug deals. I paid the cab driver and walked into the motels lobby. Sitting behind the desk was a man who looked to be around 50. He was - not to be rude - but really overweight, and has a bald head and a grey stubble across his chin. I walked up to the desk.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" I asked. He slowly looked up from the magazine he had been reading.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice cold and bitter.

"Well, I would just like a room, please."

"How many nights?"

"Oh um… o-one." I said, stuttering. I didn't exactly know how long I would be here, but I really don't want it to be more than one day. He huffed out a breath then reached under the desk, grabbing out a room key.

"Room 202." He said, handing me the key. "That'll be sixteen pounds."

"Oh, here." I said, finding the amount and placing it in his hands. Without a word he put the money under the desk and went back to reading. With that, I walked out to find my room.
Once I was in my room, I locked the door then threw my suitcase onto the bed and opened it up. I got out my lap top carrier, getting my lap top out and turning it on.

"Shit…" I mumbled to myself as I realized that this place doesn't have Wi-Fi. Now how am I supposed to find a home, or at least a new motel? I guess I can go to a Starbuck with free Wi-Fi or something… I put my laptop back into its carrier, grabbed my money, phone, key, and headed outside to find another cab.

"The nearest Starbucks, please." I said as I climbed into the cab.

"You got it." The man said, and we left. Just before I left I wrote down the location of the motel so I wouldn't forget.
The nearest Starbucks was, like, ten minutes away! The airport and motel were kind of far from the city though… as soon as I got there, I took a moment to look around before going in. London was great! It was cloudy, but that's ok. I hope it rains! Where I'm from it doesn't rain much. Just down the street was a park and across from that was what looks like a mall. After this I definitely have to visit those places!
I walked into the Starbucks and ordered an iced coffee, got it and paid, then found a little table near a window and sat down. Other people were on their laptops, so I took it as that this place does have Wi-Fi.
I opened up my laptop, turned it on, and logged into the Starbucks guest Wi-Fi. As soon as that was done, I went online and went to . I decided that the easiest way to find a place to rent would be to type that in straight out into the search bar.

London, England looking for flat to rent out

And I hit search. Thousands of links came up. The first two pages were full of motel and hotels here in London, so I wrote down a couple of addresses just in case. After a couple of minutes I finally came across a site where you can find places to rent out. In this site people just post that they need a flatmate, why, and their info. I scrolled through a couple of the posts. They all seemed… I don't know… just, not right. As if they're all rapists or something.

In search of new flatmate. Must be tall, blonde, brown eyes, and hot. Call ***-***-****.

Reading that one, I couldn't help but laugh. Yeah, ok man. Like anyone with a brain is going to contact you.
I continued my search through the site. I was mostly finding a lot of things like that guy before. Finally I came across a nice post.

LOOKING FOR FLATMATE. If interested, please call this number: ***-***-**** and ask for Dan. Mention that you are seeing about the flatmate post. Thank you.

Well, at least this post doesn't seem like it's from a total weirdo… maybe I should give it a try. I took out my phone and dialed in the number. The other line answered after two rings.

"Hello?" a man's voice asked. I must say, he sure doesn't sound like a rapist.

"Um, yes! Uh, I would like to speak to Dan, please."

"Speaking."

"Oh! Ok, um, I was calling about the flatmate post."

"Oh! Really? Great! Are you interested in renting the room?"

"Actually, yes."

"Oh, that's great!"

"So, do we have to meet up somehow or something?"

"Yes, actually. I'm not trying to sound creepy, but would you be able to, um, come to the house? That way my other roommate Phil and I can give you a little interview, and you can also look at the place." He said. I hesitated for a moment. Should I? I mean, what if he is a rapist? He doesn't sound like one, but you never know… but this may be my only chance and I don't want to spend any more time in that gross old motel…

"Oh, sure! I can meet you there. In how long?"

"Well, whenever is fine. We can do it now if you'd like."

"Sure, that'd be great. Where's the house at?" I asked. He began to give me directions, but I stopped him just after he barley started. "Actually, I'm new to London, so I don't really know where to go and my phone's GPS doesn't work because I don't have internet on it… what if I tell you where I am, then you can tell me how close I am to you and where to go and I can walk or take a cab or something?"

"Oh, um, sure. What're your surroundings?"

"Well, I'm at a Starbucks. Down the street is a park, and across from that is a shopping mall. I came about from about ten minutes west from a motel near an airport… any ideas?"

"Mall... oh! Shopping center! Well, um, you're actually pretty close to where I live! It only takes about ten minutes to get to my house from that Starbucks." So, a mall is called a shopping center... good to know...

"Oh great!"

"Yeah! So, do you want directions on how to walk here?"

"Yes, that would be great."

"Ok. So, you walk out of the Starbucks and towards the park and shopping center, but don't cross the street. As soon as you get to the intersection and the pavement turns left, take that left and start to walk. Look down the street at the shopping center and when you see a sign in the shape of a teddy bear holding a ribbon that says "Toys" on it, look ahead of yourself and a man should be standing across the street from there. That'll be me. I'm wearing skinny jeans with a black shirt with a white ring on it. Wave your hand to get my attention, and as soon as I see you, I'll come and get you. Does that sound ok?" I sat for a second and thought it over. Yeah, it makes sense.

"Yep."

"Ok. And what's your name, so that I know?"

"Rose."

"Ok. See you in a little, Rose."

"Ok. Thank you, Dan." And with that, I hung up, packed my stuff, grabbed my coffee, and headed out the door, ready to go and hopefully get a place to call home.