I had been in London for about a week and a half, when one night after work, while watching TV with Dan, he tells me someone else is moving in. I say, Dan, how can someone else be moving in; there are no more rooms!? He tells me that sometimes he moves out and rents his room. This made me sad. I was enjoying my nights after work, having dinner or a drink with Dan, sharing stories and building a friendship. He starts to tell me a little about the girl who will be moving in, “her name is Fiona, she’s 21 and in university.” Greaaat, I think to myself. She’s probably going to be loud and party all the time. Well, at least I still have Andreas.