I literally live in
the real world house. It’s this super old historically preserved building in
the very city center of Copenhagen. On my floor are, you guessed it, 4 girls
and 3 boys. Just one less boy so that we have something to fight over in the hot
tub I guess. Though technically one is the token gay that has these sweet train
conductor shorts I want to borrow. There are also three other floors of people
as well.
It’s pretty much the sweetest place I have ever lived. I
mean my parents have a nice house, but there’s nothing like legitimate history
and 300-year-old church towers for a backyard view. Also I live on the third
floor. Which is actually the fourth because Europeans seem to feel like floor
zero isn’t somehow a completely misleading statement regarding how many flights
of stairs you have to climb. Anyways, they are pretty much the scariest things
ever. Certain flights are actually slanted inward with age and every time I
step on ones with a creak I am remind of how they are pretty much only nailed
to the side of the wall and I could die at any minute. Despite my intense fear
of falling through the landing and received extensive amounts of socialized
healthcare, they are also super beautiful. This is what they look like. Please appreciate this picture because i had to hold my phone over the edge and it was scary.
The hippie in me is also pretty excited about Denmark. Today
I learned about a co-op that I get to volunteer at where they gather vegetables
from local, sustainable farms and distribute it to various neighborhoods (which
the Danes calls “bros”. I am not kidding and I want to fist pump every time
they do it). But one of them is across the courtyard behind my house so I’m
very excited to be able to walk ten feet to hang out with Danish hippies every
Wednesday from 4-7.
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