Houston, we have a problem. Our first roommate conflict is brewing.
But first, let me tell you about my new place.
I’m quite happy with the new place I’m moving into. It has everything I would want from my arctic home:
Look, a view of the fjord.
It’s within walking distance from work.
There is a shop nearby. (It didn’t necessarily need to be placed IN THE MIDDLE of the scenic view, but I have decided to look at the bright side.) This is perfect for those cold and dark months when you really don’t want to stay outside longer than you have to.
While you can enjoy the midnight sun the whole night through on the balcony in the summer.
I’m moving in with my BFF Nina and I think living together will be a lot of fun. We met when I moved north two years ago, and we haven’t ever run out of things to talk about yet. Whether the topic is everyday life, our body shapes, sex, work, philosophy and self-development, business plans, childhood in Russia, travel plans or youtube videos – we are always having a great time. There is only one problem.
This flat has two bedrooms. One gets a lot of light because it has two windows with a view of the fjord and the road. The other bedroom is smaller and stares right a wall.
We have tried not talking about this, but the moment has come.
We have received the keys to the place and it’s officially time to move in.
And choose rooms.
What do two clever girls do in this situation? We decide to let fortune decide (and that the person who get’s The Room will pay slightly more) and make a draw. Nina tries to feel her way to the paper promising the beautiful room.
I just got lucky!
I wish you fortune and luck today, thanks for reading ❤
PS: These photos are edited according to my mood, bright and colorful.
Is it too much?